fragments(The Owl)

She stays longer when the lights are on,
even so it should be irritating
for her nocturnal eyes...
I talked with her last night
briefly, when the glass of the window melted
under the pressure of the winter cold
and then we flew in silence, until
she dropped me into the dark waters.
I didn’t swim out this time.
I drowned.

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya