OWL CALLING (1)
Outside somewhere near and far
Drifting through heavy damp air
The five o'clock tawny owl
Mournfully invisibly
Greets the dawn
In unseen distant trees
Black against the fading night
MAWH, April 2018
OWL CALLING (2)
Her soft loving call
Piercing the darkness
In a chilly living room
The peace of the valley
Softly broken
As dawn is breaking
Joining in
This symphony
Robins, blackbirds, tits
The unseen owl
Mourning the morning
And she is gone
MAWH, April 2018
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