Brown eyes like murky wells so deep, they stare me down in the night.
Blinking back my shallow depths, I hopelessly peer,
For I have lost my sight.
Time passes, I carry on.
What have I to fear, as I saunter towards the facade of the light.
Nothing, or so it appears, waits for me here,
But if my eyes could dig deeper,
Like sharp claws to a loose branch,
Then those eyes could guide me home,
My owl in the night.