In the Owl’s Woods


A leaf

A twig

A mouse

A vole

A pellet

A feather

A small tree hole

A sad lonely who

Piercing the air

A whisper of wings spreading

The moon

The stars

A beak clicking

The pungent smell of the earth

And wondering where the next

Owl will appear.

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Thoughts

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