A Moon Or So Ago The Owl Flew
In periphery
crescent moonlight catches in flush
faintest glimmer of her wing around.
Houdini halts, ears pricked,
a snort turned to steam
and we wonder what omen
could become of this
silent flight.
In periphery
crescent moonlight catches in flush
faintest glimmer of her wing around.
Houdini halts, ears pricked,
a snort turned to steam
and we wonder what omen
could become of this
silent flight.