Owls
OWLS
A Raptor who's lyrics are " who,who,who,"
and do we ever get to know who
These wise old creatures-
nocturnally displaying their best features-
soar in the black of night on silent wings.
Their eyes aglow-to their pray it brings-
much to late-a fear that only sings
all their songs,in tones of dirges,
as their life comes to an end and merges
with the essence of that wise old bird,
that before-it never even heard.
Pray,that all rise
within the heart of the wise,
on their long,and long journey
that leads all to the gates of eternity.
B.J."A" 2
June 9th 2009
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