Monday, January 13, 2014

oregon

owls scan the forest floor
rising on whisper quiet wings
echoes of a coyote's call haunt the
glow from a full moon
october leaves drift in the wind
night falls again

2 comments:

  1. That's very clever. I'm hopeless at poetry or rhyme.

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  2. And I have a HUGE soft spot for owls (and full moons). Thank you.

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