Feb 2015
I approached,
As I normally do;
Little did I know,
You were there too.
Hidden in a hollow hole,
Away from light,
You then flew away,
In silent flight.
Perched behind the branches,
Yet still conspicuous to me,
Not even a rotation,
Just sitting in solitary.
Our eyes met, dazed,
As I moved along,
Left with superstitious awe,
I must continue this path,
I must continue this path...headstrong.
As I normally do;
Little did I know,
You were there too.
Hidden in a hollow hole,
Away from light,
You then flew away,
In silent flight.
Perched behind the branches,
Yet still conspicuous to me,
Not even a rotation,
Just sitting in solitary.
Our eyes met, dazed,
As I moved along,
Left with superstitious awe,
I must continue this path,
I must continue this path...headstrong.
I wrote this poem in dedication to the cute lil owl that was hidden in the newspaper box today.
In many cultures, the owl is associated with evil and/or bad omens.
Superstitious by nature, I now have a slight fear and evil sense that something bad may be near.
In many cultures, the owl is associated with evil and/or bad omens.
Superstitious by nature, I now have a slight fear and evil sense that something bad may be near.
