A Whimsy of Owls
This is simply a piece born out of a reading of The Owls by Edward Thomas (thanks to The Guardian here), plus a chilly walk out into the early night as temperatures have plunged back into winter.
The poem is a little fantasy, and much more lighthearted than Thomas’ brilliant and poignant writing of a hundred years ago. I suspect that is partially becaus…
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