The cozy owl hoos, the tit-mouse peeps Forever in woods they forever keep. They're in heaven just where they are, The night as still and soft as stars. The trees are lightless, deep as death, The sky as pearl as winter's breath. The field for the mouse is summer's feathers, The air for the owl is windless heather. Mouse in the barn ferrets out the oat, Owl from the rafter ferrets the tit-mouse out. Silent as seances, the owl falls-to, Immense the joy of his floating so. They're in heaven just where they are, Claws and teeth as sharp as stars.