Tidbits

Mostly About Owls

On tiptoe
small creatures go by
each morning
under my window
Spring makes many paths

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Promises
of tomorrow
emptier
than the dark cup
of the new moon

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Invisible night
in the darkness around me
the love songs of owls

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Do you hear the owl,
and her far spring echo too?
four notes, four notes twice

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The owl’s plangent calls
cry through the acacia blooms,
almost become song.

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