Shouted The Owl Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Shouted The Owl



The night
The night
Shouted the Owl.

She ruffled her feathers.

On another bough
A nightingale hid
Behind a cluster of
Searing leaves
That yet remained
For now
Till now.

Sung the first note,
The nightingale.

The Owl was first, there
Before
Wither
Wise grumbling

Monday, August 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,fear,life,new year,night,romance,sea,seeing,sleep,solitude
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