Owlhearted

I am owlhearted.

I sing and then I rest

On the highest shelf, on which

I made a cozy nest.

I am owlhearted.

I slumber in the day.

Fairies will come out at night,

And that is when I play.

I am owlhearted.

You can’t deceive me,

For it is not with my eyes,

But my soul, that I see.