Owl
Look left,look right, sitting in the cold of the night.associated with death, is an
old wives tale, just experiencing life, silent at times, only at times, my next meal
is playing over in my mind.im alone till I find my perfect mate,together we will
fly to find food for our great.im rarley seen, that's just my nature, an incredible
bird put forth into nature.i will soar the skies with unlimited freedom.may human
compassion take care of my future.my eyes and thoughts are all my own,away
from my nest,but not on my own.
Copyright © Sheryl Wood | Year Posted 2014
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