The Barred Owl
by Buffy Aakaash
Four AM: Hoot owl came.
Who sang and wouldn’t stop.
Outside my window.
Who wouldn’t stop.
Was it someone dead I knew?
Who wouldn’t. Stop.
So who are you?
There on the treetop?
You say who am I?
Right, who am I?
This body. This life.
I won’t survive.
Yet look, look at you.
Potent, renewed.
Immortal, prepossessed.
Unbound.
Can’t I be you?
Misunderstood.
Unaware of. Stop.
Who won’t ever stop.
Not even when I.
Stop.
Buffy Aakaash lived in rural queer communes and big cities across the US before settling in Vermont, where he finds solace in nature, inspiration from people, and company from his dog, Bodhi. He serves on the Board of the Poetry Society of Vermont, and has poems in Main Street Rag, The Brussels Review, and The North, among others. His chapbook Untangling the Knots was published in 2022, a full volume called Breaking in late 2025. BuffyAakaashPoetry.com Instagram: @buffyaakaash
