Saturday, June 27, 2009

Owl Near Aspen Grove

It might have been a hunch
That had me turn my head
Right when the specter glided by

And then I felt the silent
Wielding of her wings
And knew it wasn’t me

For my heart wasn’t beating
When the feathers
Ruffled past

I think she saw me all along,
And merely came to wish me
Pleasant dreams

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