Barn Owl, Night Killer

All I had hoped for

I kept inside your car

the rabbit in the barn

most of all I wait

I wait beside the door

I wait beside the door.

Now I was wrong

tembling in the cage

I was dying to the rage.

In seven hours

I consider death and your father called to yell at me

you little boy, you little boy.

Found out you cheated me

I ran behind the barn and cut my hands and mouth.

Blood in the meadow lark

I punched your ears instead

I punched you in the head, you only laughed and laughed and laughed.

And How I was wrong, dangling from the kiln

you tickle me until

you devil bird, you evil still.

I slept on my arms, sleeping on the sill

I was sleeping in the room with you

you little boy, you little boy.

How could you run from me now

the loneliest chime in the house, the loneliest chime in the house

you let it out, you let it out.

Come to me covered and still, I'm bleeding and breaking until

I'm bleeding in spite of my warmth for you, you bruise and bruise my will.

Come to me now with you bring,

the prettiest side of the range,

you touched me inside of my cage,

beneath my shirt your hands embraced me.

Come to me feathered and free,

for I am the ugliest prey,

for I am the ugliest prey

beyond the reckless, reckless raise.

You said you'd wait for me.

Down by the tannery creek

far out by the clothesline where we used to kiss behind the sheets.

Wrapped in a blanket of red, the owl and the tanager sat, the owl and the tanager said

one waits until the hour is death.