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Oct 2013
I stopped counting long ago
I did it,
not for them, so much...
but rather for my own sanity and peace of mind

“They” arrive randomly, most times, out of the clear blue sky
Ahhhhh.....
“What incredible creatures these are!”, my senses whisper to me
Each more wonderful than the next!
I inhale slowly as I feel excitement setting in

Sweet smelling, they all come bearing enchanting gifts
Together, we laugh. We share secrets.
We spend time together
We bond. We taste and savor each others spirit, fully.
Entirely.
As I imagine trees do with the soil.

And then, just as soon as they arrive, they go
All of them
Some stick around for a small amount
of time, yet they all eventually go
Where? I don't know
I do know, however, they just keep coming
Endlessly
“They”

They are crashing upon me, I am the eroding reef.
Wave upon wave, they just keep coming
I suppose the real question is, how long can I last?
Hmmm? How long?

I am the cliff that crumbles inevitably.
Ocho the Owl
Written by
Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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