Monday, March 01, 2021

twilight

 

twilight, when stars

begin to appear

I follow their birth yet

my eyes sense movement,

the shadow of an owl

glides over head,

not a wing beat, not a note

as it silently, stealthy

winds its way through

apple trees and onward

to the river

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