(2011)

As I sat in the wood alone one day

I wondered if I had gone the wrong way.

And if I would wander forever for years

And meet on this pathway all of my fears.

My fear to drown in the river of Annan,

My fear of the sound of Gettys' war cannon,

My terror of darkness and what in there waits

And finding long closed sanctuary gates.

O ye old blue jay or ye old crow

Who among you will tell me which way to go?

The sunlight is weak and the ground is unsteady

My will is fatigued but my feet are ready.

I hear the owl; hear his disquieting call. 

It was once in the spring twice in the fall.

He mocked the condemned as he perched on the gallows.

Asking them "who" as he stood in the shadows.

Owl answer me this, yes please if you can

Is it morally sound to deceive a deceptive man?

Would be it right to lie to a liar?

Or to throw fuel on a world that's on fire?

"Who" asks the owl as in what, who am I?

I'm nor beast of the field or beast of the sky.

I cannot swim so I steer clear of the sea.

I'm neither hope or defeat, who could I be?

I'm aimlessness owl, pointless cause pointless crime.

I never grow old, I stay in my prime.

I always want and wonder, and wander away

And I've sent many a men to go the same way.

Oh owl oh owl we're not different, here's why:

I may send them to wonder but you make them ask why.

Oh the wars and trouble and anguish we cause,

But it's how I was made, not one of my flaws.

Who who who

I see I've answered my own question.

One last thing owl, here's a suggestion.

I see a woman in the field who's starting to cry,

I can't help but wonder, will you ask her why?