The Owl

with coal black eyes,

forged in the sun,

it guards the darkness

 

the mythic owl,

omen of the night

a relic of lost time

 

its fragile bones,

spun in spider’s silk

and ivory

 

haunt the moon’s light

fleeting as

a wing’s shadow

 

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