Oh, my love, so wise and keen,
Eyes like lanterns softly agleam.
Perched upon a branch of thought,
Wisdom spun from dreams you caught.
Feathers brush the moonswept air,
Knowledge tucked in every stare.
Hoots that echo, soft and true,
Drawing stars to dance with you.
Pages turn beneath your wing,
Books of wonders gently sing.
I could sit a thousand nights,
Lit by your cartoonish insights.
Oh, my love, an owl so grand,
Cartoon wisdom, feathered hand.
In your world of bright and wise,
We'll soar past mountains, touch the skies.
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A wonderful image. (I love owls and often sit on my patio and call them. I have had as many as five screech owls come sit with me on the backs of my chairs and stare at me) A great poem using the image of wisdom, insight, mystery and spiritual connection. A very nice write Gray
I know this could be interpreted in other ways, but I like literally as off the owl. A wonderful creature appears full of wisdom, doesn't miss a trick, graceful and have a majestic look to them, enjoyed the read
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