Night Vision

The owl was on the prowl tonight
Surfing on a fresh autumnal breeze
Broadcasting the screech in a forlorn flight
Around and amid the wine dark trees
Screening the glow of the sinking moon
Still striving to guide the bird of prey
As it guides her midnight cousin racoon,
Until the break of overwhelming day,
With rough, coronally ejected streams,
Which have no favorites underneath the sun,
Save, perhaps, for that part where day has dreams
Where all nocturnal easement had begun...
When the threshold consciousness of twilight
Emulates Athena's...panoptic sight!