Friday, June 7, 2019

Rob Schackne #961 - To Fly


To Fly


The moon is waxing gibbous,
a trick of the eye, of mix.

Watering the owl. Wait a while. 

We went where you told us,
now give us what we need.

The wee creature wants to fly.

The air grows colder, it's winter
after all, there's plenty of notice.

Wait a while. Watering the owl.

Listen to the music of the woods,
the tree-tops and the hills beyond.

Maybe a little dance at the end.


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