Owlet’s inquisition

Sipping on a cup

full of solitude,

being led, languorously,

by my feet,

I walked;

Into the warm night.

Until, I came upon,

rather a strange sight.

An owlet,

upon a tree,

looked down at me;

And with eyes full of wit,

seemed to entreat:

"Hoot?"

"Yes." I answered,

"Alone, tonight."