Hunting Season

Yes, I saw an owl.

The demon was proud;

Out to scare,

Foul the air,

Pollute my faith,

Cripple my stare,

Hate in the eyes,

Still like a bag,

Hung in drag,

Ugly and disturbed;

Disappeared in a flash.

Was it real what I saw?

Was my imagination on a roll?

When faith is in the air,

Other realms interfere.

What I understood

Was pretty clear:

It’s that me being “here”

Causes disturbance over “there”.

And it feels good, yes sir! It feels good.

Keep the Spirit, keep the flare!

Rock the boat, then the ship.

Walk on water when it flips.

Yes, it’s on my lips,

But it bursts from the heart,

From resistance in the gut.

There’s warfare in the air.

And there’s no one scared in here!

Get the message, little Legion?

It’s open owl hunting season!