dear owl,
where is your home
after all the day and night of rains
that you should sit
forlorn like Lear
on the pavement
this cold, sunless morning?
you will make one again
dear owl
and you will hoot again in nights
and stay discreet in the days
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 2:59 AM UTC
dear owl,
where is your home
after all the day and night of rains
that you should sit
forlorn like Lear
on the pavement
this cold, sunless morning?
you will make one again
dear owl
and you will hoot again in nights
and stay discreet in the days
an owl loses its home in the torrential rains in Brisbane, 20 May 2009
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