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May 2018
Dream-like, the owl perched
High upon a headless pillar
As a surrealistic statue
Bathed in a lupine moonlight

A still night
Wintery and ghost-like
I had suddenly noticed the owl
And got the feeling
It had always been there
That I had been unaware

The two of us had been staring
At the same view of the city lights
Its head then moved
As if in a nightmare
I blinked, but still it was there
Alone and timeless.
Audrey Hillary Smith
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Audrey Hillary Smith  58/F/Johannesburg South Africa
(58/F/Johannesburg South Africa)   
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