Monday, 24 April 2017

30 poems in April

Twenty four

An owl descends upon the old oak tree
and is attacked by feathered foes times three
He sits on branch for nothing bothers Owl
not even being pecked by fiendish fowl
Owl will remain just where he wants to be
His enigmatic smile says he is free
On this fine perch he'll rest a while and see
what life unfolds beneath this mighty tree

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