I have never known Night
The way an owl does,

Eyes made yellow to breath in
The light of Moon,

Wings to cut through Darkness
And make it Ground.

But once, I watched this creature wake
As I retired, foolishly, to bed.

That night, Jealousy tossed me
Between my sheets, as I realized,

How blind he must think we are,
To need all the light in the world to see,

But to know it still, only in fractions.