found themselves in the zoo.
Disoriented in the criss cross branches
and mistook the oversized lanterns
as real life butterflies.
The squeak of their wings
and the flicker of the lights-
a beacon within their night time flight.
The first owl swooped first,
but as got closer-
reality plucked a feather
And it landed.
The owl, a celebrity
to a group of small children
and their parents;
got trapped within their squeals.
Their pointed fingers and gazes
created a perfect cage
and the owl tried to retreat
back into the darkness.
But the paparazzi squeals, fingers
and crowds clicked out their awwws, ohhs
and looks until they ricocheted
off its wings into the growing spotlight.
The second owl gave the first owl a shove
back into the spotlight and past the blinking cages.
They swooped and sailed across the path
passed the artificial butterflies, the criss cross branches
and the mounting gasps and squeals.
They disappeared into the black backdrop of the zoo.