Hoot Owl in a Hollow Tree

[couchgrouch]

Hoot Owl in a Hollow TreeI still see her in that window, and I hear that whistle blowthe tear on her ruby cheekbone, was a raindrop on a roseall that evening Amtrak left me, was a vacant memorynow I nest my dreams in jugs of Jim Beamlike a hoot owl in a hollow treewind across my empty bottle, echoes through this hick'ry logand the purring of midnight pines, they're all singing through the fogas I sit here in the darkness, my conscience calls out to meit's the song of fate searching for its preylike a hoot owl in a hollow treeI'm surrounded by the mysteries of nightmoaning branches and moon-kissed mountainsidesand somewhere I feel my sins watching melike a hoot owl in a hollow treeit's not so much bein' lonely, but the empty sense of guiltwhat kind of fool hurts a woman, who kept his heart fulfillednow I'm a shell full of shadows, yesterday inhabits melike a lonesome ghost haunts a vacant hostor a hoot owl in a hollow tree...somewhere I feel my sins watching melike a hoot owl in a hollow tree...(c)2007 Robert George