Death by Owl-Eyes

John Fane Dingle

By Rumney Brook

Shot a crop-eared owl,

For pigeon mistook:

Caught her by the lax wing.

She, as she dies,

Thrills his warm soul through

With her deep eyes.

Corpse-eyes are eerie,

Tiger-eyes fierce:

John Fane Dingle found

Owl-eyes worse.

Owl-eyes on night-clouds,

Constant as fate;

Owl-eyes in baby's face:

On dish and plate:

Owl-eyes without sound --

Pale of hue,

John died, of no complaint,

With owl-eyes too.