~ The Owl's Midnight Sanctuary ~

When night time comes drifting in the breeze
I see an owl perched in a tree
Singing his sweet words to me
His eyes are so wide and black
And when he flies he looks so odd,
Would he put his hard claws on my hand
He seems so very wise
Sitting quiet in the frost.

The owl goes back to when time began
He is the greatest bird of all
At night he does his dance
Looking for a friend perchance,
You can find him in dark places
A wonder you should never miss
He soars off into the wind
Just to get a kiss.

Linda Ann Henry © 2005
Do you remember me
The people's poet

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