Thursday, April 21, 2005
poetry
On a fence
snowy owl on a perch
are you frozen like the birch
or is it a moment a twinge in time
aloft with your push, from feet and from wing
eyes piercing the ground as you fly
or are you frozen
like the birch
snowy owl on a perch
are you frozen like the birch
or is it a moment a twinge in time
aloft with your push, from feet and from wing
eyes piercing the ground as you fly
or are you frozen
like the birch
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