An Odd Seven For November
give thanks for the day
bask in the warmth of our sun
adapt well and thrive
illuminated
by the light of fulsome moon
great horned owl takes flight
caught in the throes of
ever changing existence
so hard to keep pace
through willing ether
messages and data fly
a connected life
all the past slumbers
silently within the depths
of eternity
life is much too short
to spend one's days worrying
about life’s shortness
most of us start out
dealing with bad conditions
we did not create
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