The Tyger and the Owl
Strong willed
Your a tiger after
Your own lamb
Come to me gracefully
Watch the ripples in my plan
I'm an owl
Covered by the beat
Sitting beside cages
And bathing in my own heat
Where do we meet?
City or frozen tomb-
what unpleasant letters speak
Can be gathered with a broom
Father and mother
Inverted beside the bed
What conscious planes
Can be summoned in our head
Alas
theres is no way through
We've fought for ages
And had our way too
Now its time to humble
And make our pleasant way
See me in the past
And then we'll have our day
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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