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The Owl

Like a rationalist I watched an old spotted owl
hunched inside a dark hollow tree
Spreading it’s wings in silent flight
Descending upon a mouse

The way of the owl is the life I’d choose
Perched high on top a tree above the world’s sorrow
How I envy that owl
Never caring where it will be tomorrow

To soar through the sky above
Swooping down to feel the air against your face
Diving deep into the open field
Catching a mouse with such grace

To feel the sun’s love
Surround and keep you warm
Never thinking about having to yield
to the rules of this world you do not embrace

Joy Elaine – November 26, 2006

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