At midnight, you take on a totally different aspect. I look and you 
become a snowy owl, spreading your wings in silent, night flight, 
hunting the sweet meat that sustains you. In lieu of lemmings, you 
snatch any slender morsel. You need those hooks and talons to seize the 
chance meal that flickers across the moonlit field. Then, hovering by 
the ink shed you listen for the pen to scratch for seeds. 

Copyright 2001,  Jane Kennedy 

Jane Kennedy writes, photographs and teaches creative expression, as 
well as practices psychotherapy and creative life coaching. Her writing 
has appeared in The Sun. Currently, she is enrolled in an MFA program in poetry and lives in Skagit Valley.