The Eye of the Owl
The Eye of the Owl
Walked in the wood one day, and felt a presence in the branches.
Looked up, and an owl’s piercing eyes met mine, rapt by the raptor.
For a forever moment, my winged teacher of the here and now.
The Eye of the Owl
Walked in the wood one day, and felt a presence in the branches.
Looked up, and an owl’s piercing eyes met mine, rapt by the raptor.
For a forever moment, my winged teacher of the here and now.
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