Snowy Owl of Mine

Estranging my shiver, that sickly sinking sensation,
Wending wayward within a winter wasteland,
Heedless to the howling hands of the heavens.
Barely able to see, my brain's blood, numbing, but
Lo, a "WHROO"! Where?! What?! Who?! "WHROO!"
Suddenly, a snowy owl...So silent, so stunning, and swift!
Eyes like knives, piercing my soul to beckon me close...
To follow her, this fierce avian Orion, further toward forest,  
Hills, and hooded mountains afar. She, my heart pursues.
Our route? Upon what purpose? Undisclosed; unknown.
Yet, I take to trust the intent of this astute huntress,  
Even as valley turns to crevasse and crevasse to ravine.
Deeper in the dregs, amidst phantoms, monsters, and fiends,
With whistle's song, she charms these restless ravine spirits;
As behind her war paint, lies tattoos of kindness and peace.
While dusk presses downward, my limbs draw in drear.
"Our journey has settled and your rest is near"
Hidden in the riven ravine, resides her fire-lit cave,
Walls lined with the leathers of her hunts.
Safe and sound, sighing. My life, she did save.