Member Poem

It’s not bright when it’s midnight
The night simply doesn’t change

But everyone loves that brightness
The one at midday

But what if I’m the owl
Gazing at the moon

When you want that sunlight
But cannot see
The moon is reflecting it too

I wish I were the bluebirds
The ones under the sun

But I, the owl am really no different
At least not where it counts

So why when I hoot do I not get
The same applause as when bluebirds sing

Because I’m the owl
The one for the moon
The moon when everyone sleeps