Mary Timony The Owl's Escape
What will get me through this night
till the owl begins to sing again?
What will get me through this life
till I begin to cling again?
And even though I was at home
when a black raven knocked at my door
I hid from him till he went away
I escaped that gore.
What will get me through this fright
till the owl begins to sing again?
What will get me through this life
till I start to cling again?
And even though I slept in a room
with madmen on the floor
and I didn't sleep for days from the raven's gaze
I escaped that whore.
