Out there in the blizzard, follows the midst of an owl.
Gallant wings strive in perch, tipping the leaning tree.
Lost in the world, saturated by winter.
High above the weathered tree, a cloud swells.
It endures repressed, about to explode.
Valiant chills, undeveloped, piling high.
I walked through a valley, only to find the curiosity of an owl.