Have you considered the owl?
Excluded from days
like a diabetic warned off fudge
Is the carob of night enough?
Sure, it’s dark, possibly smooth
and those tasty rodents move there
But look at the day
with a head that can turn right round
you’d see every rotten thing
Every bad stroke and selfishness,
every creaky knee and thumb
in clarity, loud
Oh to be the owl
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 1:10 PM UTC
Have you considered the owl?
Excluded from days
like a diabetic warned off fudge
Is the carob of night enough?
Sure, it’s dark, possibly smooth
and those tasty rodents move there
But look at the day
with a head that can turn right round
you’d see every rotten thing
Every bad stroke and selfishness,
every creaky knee and thumb
in clarity, loud
Oh to be the owl
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