An owl in the distance and the battle at my spear,

I stop and listen through the clashing,

Yes, that’s the owl I hear.

He appears in times of loosening strength,

A battle owl in the distance,

Resistant to get closer but gawking at my composure.

A sarcastic owl knows no social cues, I hear him as I plot my next move.

Flying above me to encourage the clearing below me,

He hovers over me geographically across the land that inhabits me,

A protection I seek in humanity but I settle for a battle owl who distantly stands by me.