Woken by moonlight
Shafting through my curtains
I stand at the window
Breathe night air
Listen for the owl
That used to hunt
Along this street
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Woken by moonlight
Shafting through my curtains
I stand at the window
Breathe night air
Listen for the owl
That used to hunt
Along this street
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Ode to the owls
Lost to the night prowlers
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Cats I suspect…..
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A lovely little gem on a quiet night.
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Thank you!
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Both beautiful and sad….
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Thank you Betty
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Odd, how absence has a presence, winging in silence — Lovely! And thanks for bringing it to earthweal! — Brendan
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Thank you for the opportunity to share it and to discover others.
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Thanks for coming here and participating.
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