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Waiting For The Owl
Supper is over and bed-time awaits
The moon has shrunk to a silver cowl
My bedroom window is rimmed with ice
As I watch and wait for the owl
Waiting for the owl waiting for the owl
The woods echo to its supernatural screech
Waiting for the owl waiting for the owl
That ghostly voice more vivid than speech
Is it always the same owl or has it a sibling?
Beak no do...
Monday 20th April 2020 11:02 am
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