Hunter of silence Awakened… Wary thine eye In the dark With sharpened senses In quiescence glides The owl Sublime observer Of the earthly ado Wisdom, prevision With unrivaled view The owl Wanderer between the spheres Its stroke of wings in silence clad And so unnoticed it appears As messenger of the dead A passage Through nocturnal skies… glides… The owl Wanderer between the spheres Its stroke of wings in silence clad And so unnoticed it appears As messenger of the dead Sublime, free, forever at night The owl