Scowl of the Owl
.
cracle of dry twigs
cracked the stillness,
the quiet of April's
blistering noonday
gray owl flew out
from dense foliage
into sun's fiery glare,
losing, finding its way
it flapped noiselessly
upward in slow spirals,
scowling down, then
soared far away, blindly!
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Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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