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Owl Alliance
by
Rusty Broadspear
A tawny dusk
dissolves, into the tweed of virgin night.
Wakening with renewed resolve, the owls take to
flight.
Cocoons of silk, woven around seeds of promises
made.
Sleeping minds paint abstract, of all they have
surveyed.
Hushed hedgerows host a host of helpless silent
birds
And what's been said, is now a cloud of floating,
speechless words.
From darkest corners, beasties slip to regular
nightly prowl,
Unaware, in a feeding frenzy, of the swoop of the
hungry owl.
Whilst soaking sleep in colours deep, with free
imagination,
Surrendered souls, free from control, due to sweet
sedation,
Fly loose with owls. Blissfully unaware of the cold
night air,
Exercising unknown, surprising, attentive and
natural flair.
Such regular secret rendezvous, unknown to bodily
pains.
Our owl alliance, recharges, enlarges and
ultimately entertains.
Brings us forth to new days, when we waken to fresh
Sun rays,
With more spued promises, never heard, 'til the
virgin night betrays.
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