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Howl, O' Owl
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| Image: Imaginary Garden with Toads |
Perched on the ashy bough
still, blend in the woody shroud
the bird of prey awaits
of the moon
or the howling bawl
or just wassailing in the slumber silhouette.
Oh owl, please howl
Before they bury you in their stereotypes
holler your presence.
open your talons,
show your beak
wake up and speak
Or they will judge
In their borrowed confines
bury you in the grapevine
Do not shut your eyes
The storm may not pass
Wake from your indifference
it is dawn
do not camouflage your existence,
It is time to be heard
time to stand out
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I hope you liked my poem. I would love to hear your takes on the same. Do let me know, what it tells you or what you infer.
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It set me thinking! Well expressed.
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DeleteThat's a good one to me...you just have laid down all the prominent aspects of Owl!
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