owl lady

1. Out with the ol' lady and  
her girlfriends. At the end  
of the road, across the river,  
under the funnybone of the valley.  
A special hell-hole in'tha wall  
known as Hoots.  
 
The ol' lady and I have had more  
than our fair share of the moons  
more sinister cackles, and as the  
lightening hops the hilltops, her  
and my spidey-senses leap us out of  
seats, past the old springer spaniel  
who sleeps under the hundred year  
old shuffleboard table, and we nearly  
bump into the eighth karaoke singer  
in a row who is singing Johnny Cash.  
We leave behind half filled pints.  
The intuition reads leave dire indeed.  
 
2. Awake this morning pleasant as slumber,  
walk on porch, light smoke, and grimace at  
the sun. It seems to say "you got the message",  
I nod a respectful laugh to the ol' fucker.  
 
3. No longer had my morning salutation;  
more sly than tongue slicked cheek insides  
been said, than the ol' lady's phone beeps  
incessant notifications. Girlfriend One, was  
slept with by Girlfriend Two's boyfriend. All  
friends were beyond the common discrepancy of  
inebriation, and lightening smuggled particular  
ly sharp shards of the moons humor over the valley  
last night. Girlfriend One stands straight, admits  
that the joke was bloody and tries to mop up as much  
as can be coagulated. Girlfriend Two decides quickly  
to feed the ravens, making a worm of acceptance. Boy  
friend has stumbled through convenient amnesia in the  
hours before dawn before, and can't be held responsible.  
 
The joke turns to sap under the perch where the owl stays.