The red-eyed hawk
Enamored of the
Ancient castle
Where cobwebs too
One on the other
Had made their home.
Through a slit-window
It flew in and out
The whole day long
And in the night
Frightened the bats
First stood away
But then
Habit ah! habit
Made them more
Confident
Till they came to
The hawk, not fearing.
The night, realm of
The bat was shared
With the hawk,
The red-eyed hawk.
And the red-eyed owl
Philosophically sate
On her bough
Resigned to the hawk
Flowing out and in
Through the slit-window.
Pondered
The red-eyed hawk
Even while flying
His heart beating
The music of deep thought
Little by little
Found himself
Foundered in deep
Thoughts transformed
In Soul and Inner Soul
Into a wise baffling
Owl he was;
He was Philosopher.
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