Woke up in the rain and now the box is soaked
Hawk drained into back and throat
My eyes they sting
My ears begin to ring
Ants have left the hill
Predicted oh so wrong
Evening our home…
Evening our home…
Evening our home…
Evening our home…
Through the tickling pane
Rotation brings the rain
Dreams they bring the rain
Licking on my growth the symbol of the era
Brief but wise a gift for our labors
But now the owl returns Augment with new wisdom
Reunion in this cave
Owls bring the rain