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Saturday, September 2, 2017

The Owls Sing

in the early morning
as the sun struggles to awake
and the sky lightens slowly
into red haze

two owls sing
haunting notes floating through the trees
in red gray dawn

insistently
they call

sending chills perhaps
through the inhabitants of the forest
singing perhaps about the hunt
or even love

until silently they leave their perches
and swoop silently
through the trees
into

deep silence

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