Owl Heart

Photo by Meg Jerrard on Unsplash

I like the calming click of the clock,
even if it’s never right,
save for two times a day.

Sometimes, home is where
the dogs are always barking and
the walls are closing in.

Sometimes, my tremolo heart
is an owl
full of bad omens and wisdoms
and an elusive lifestyle —

And, sometimes my kicked and kicking spirit
is a cat on the hunt,
blissfully unaware of
the wings and eyes,
the feathers and talons
stalking it silently.

Mother Scorpion