Call of the Owl

In a quiet sheltered holler,

As dusk begins to fall,

While mist is slowly rising,

I hear a lonesome call. 

It drifts softly down the valley,

A haunted shade of blue,

Words applied by habit,

“Who cooks for you?”

In the quiet darkness,

Answering notes rise and fall,

From the hollow beech tree,

“Who cooks for you all?”

I think how oft I’ve heard it,

It brings comfort when I do,

A childhood song at nightfall,

“Who cooks for you?”

Spooky tales told ‘round the campfire,

Sent shivers I recall,

When the story was punctuated by,

“Who cooks for you all?”

Now I stand and listen,

In the night wet with dew,

The stars overhead glisten,

“Who cooks for you?”

No matter where you find yourself,

When the darkness starts to fall,

Take a moment then to listen to,

“Who cooks for you all?”