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Dec 2015
Owl
I miss hearing the owl's call
I imagine walking to the field nearby
To wait and listen
To the winter's earthed silence
And the call that heralds the night
To feel the silent wings slice the air
And to feel the birds freedom
Calling back feathered arrows on the
Starry breeze
The sweet smell of a winters night
Fills me and I await her call.
rachel burch
Written by
rachel burch  Tavistock Devon
(Tavistock Devon)   
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