Owl Hoots

For when the owl hoots at you
Its foot gets cut loose
And you again hit 'snooze'
And lose one more tooth
And the entire roof's removed
And this all ill-behooves you
To come back with an equal evil on them to ensue
Yea when the ice moves, it cuts deep grooves
You retire your snowshoes and drink your igloo
And come to confused, asleep in the caboose
As your will refuses to interpret the train whistle as an owl hoot
When the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train whistle
As the winter moves and wraps its icy noose around you?
Many eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
So when the sky moves past you
You turn a recluse and away from the city seclude
And sleep through thirteen moons
And the owl will fly home soon
As this all really proves to you
That the sound of the train whistle drones like the owl's hoots
When the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train whistle
As a winter moose foraging further towards human refuges?
And how do you envision the future
Being as the sea slowly eats land
And spits everything back as sand
Many eons beyond being long gone
So many eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone
Eons beyond being long gone