Owl
the eyes of the blind
the hoot of anxiety
the sense of direction, with their god given senses
the nails of life , just staring into the darkness
no sleep
no blinking
just alone
the symbol of a goddess
very exotic and sleek
the flight of wisdom and the eyes of the blind
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