Owl determination

The owl turns its head
And searches for a better company
In the spontaneous thick foliage
Of the park.
Its feet are still and solid,
They know the here contain a spot of love
And do not want to leave.

Lighthouse woman

My head is today stick in a jar,
The sounds are far
The reality a confused mosaic.
I am a walking lighthouse
Catching attention and focusing its energy
to a specific point at the horizon
To lighten new doors and make old talents shine.