The Owl

             - the owl -


Owl is crying forlornly in the dark.
We heard him calling to his love last night.
We waited with him to hear the familiar answering cry.
Our heart fell with his,
As the silence fell, louder than a cry.

He is calling again tonight,
Only to be answered by the Southern Wind.
We have never seen Owl.
We have only heard him calling. . .

. . . And waiting.


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