Thursday, 13 May 2010

The Waking Owls

Gracefully, gracefully they glide,
Gently beating the air,
Enticing it to their will.

Peacefully, peacefully they fly,
Politely hooting their cares,
Greeting their dark-eyed morning.

Hourly, hourly the dive,
Teams of skilled gatheres,
Fiercely feeding the flocked youn.

Slowly, slowly the spy,
Their creeping glow of night,
Lay their heads, the world awakes.

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