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KING OF THE NOCTURNAL

Never a foe, life made you so. Gazed at me from head to toe as darkness sees light through the Owl. Your nature is a rhetorical "how". I sort for you during day time. A visit, I hope isn't a cold crime? How 've you became fugitive oh nocturnal bird? Daylight curiosity got me lividly lured. You reign supreme at night like darkness, they proclaim you as their highness, Though certainly not the finest, your eyes are well fed to the fullest. Your fate hides you in nature's wound, a confinement where you grudgingly brood, not free to rule all day as you should just as the Crepuscular species. I found you in your fortress of distress longing to see you like a dearly mistress. Can't love you as much as I wanna fly high; Life's laid a poignant juxtaposition betwixt you & I: My wings and feathers mimicks pretty, your color like grey-tailed tattler looks filthy, your daylight attendance is such a pity. Though we belong to the same specie our fondness ends up totally mashy. Oh dear Owl, allies of moonlight, ghost of day, vigilante of the night, you shall always be dwellers of height. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Form: Envoy/Rhymes Copyright© March 23rd, 2021.

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