This poem was triggered by my stepping outside for a few moments and hearing an Owl calling then being aware of what was happening in the western sky. Without further comment I present it now.
Owl Evening - 17 Nov 12
Darkling sky
Holds a memory of the day
That has been
Thin silver crescent
In the west
Foretelling the month to come
Owl serenading
Farewell to the Sun
Greeting Lady Moon
I really Love the way Muse shakes my mind and offers suggestions.
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