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The Owl

On the winding path

I continued to follow

An owl sat perched

Old tree remain hollow

It’s eyes were wide

Piercing through me

Claws dug in

To the barren tree

Hoot hoot hoot

A steady beat

Inviting me

To take a seat

Under the owl

I took my place

Reached for a stick

To trace

My name in the mud

Rummaged through my bag

Began to take

Yet another drag

Turning to ashes

I was in the night

Under the owl

It felt just right.

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Published: May 13, 2014
LinesWords: 2485

Notes: walks in the woods
Tags: #ashes #night #owl

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