Whispering Wings
Whispering Wings.
It is night dark as pitch black
the need to breathe through
Winters freezing death cloak
and hunger wrapped hours
To see, through opaque where
Moon size eyes are blind now
its embers diminished just a glow
an ability of genes dictates nature
tiny scurrying Mouse camouflaged
Its belief in safe is miss-placed
The feathered belly of Owl is
replenished, its survival dependant
on those Whispering Wings.
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