Be ware of the owls that keep up with you
Your night your dreams and the other's in you
When the day breaks they take a break
While lying down they hush you to sway
Don't know where from but they hum me to play
Embrace me hug me when I get lost in pray
Where from where go I don't know what to say
But they have kept me hanging to my life as a clay
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Online) - Published: October 11th, 2025 16:35
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They say owls are omens of death but I feel akin with them and have sat at my back yard table calling them and sitting with three of them around me at the table and another two on my roof. Love those noble beasts. A good poem that I related to
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