Gershon Wolf Poet Personification

'Whew'

     the wizened old owl 
        primps in her room
     facing autumn’s long night 

     loosens her neck, swivels around
        cuts loose with a shrieking ‘Hoo’ sound

     hops to the branch where she normally sits
        ‘What’s this?’ a young owl is perched there

     ‘Just keeping your seat warm, Ma’am,’ thus she
        ‘The chill of first frost’s in the air’

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Barthwell Farmer November 24, 2025 at 9:39 AM I feel both elevated and tickled to the height of a bird's world while feeling touched by the gorgeously nuanced descriptions of Fall. And can't help but smile owed to the dialogue.

Line Gauthier November 23, 2025 at 10:57 AM Very sweet ~

Karen Jones November 23, 2025 at 1:28 AM This is absolutely charming! I like!