张炳瑞香猫头鹰系列作品《意象之魂，猫头鹰》 Zhang Bingruixiang Owl Series Soul of Image, Owl

The owl is strong, but gentle.

The night is quiet and still.

Spring arrived early this year.

The owl hopes his mate will also.

The owl cleans his feathers,

As a gentle and warm rain falls.

He grooms himself well,

Should a possible mate arrive.

The mighty old oak tree,

Provides a perfect lookout.

As the owl positions himself,

To stand sentinel over the forest.

The gentle old owl,

Perched high in his tree.

Searches the forest

For his mate to be.

The song of the owl,

Sometimes lonely at night,

Is heard by many in the forest,

Even past twilight.

My spirit is perched high in the tree,

My keen senses tuned.

In search for a perfect mate,

And her senses attuned.

The mighty owl sits alone,

In a nest built for two.

The wind caresses his feathers,

As he shakes off the morning dew.

The owl’s cry in heard in the woods,

Over the crows and blue jays.

Or the sounds of night or day,

As a strong wind causes the tree to sway.

A gentle snow falls upon the owl,

Resting in an old ash tree.

Patient he is spring to arrive,

To find his mate for life.

Alas-a happy owl he is,

As a mate lands in a nearby tree,

Their song fills the forest,

With happiness and joy.