Feathered Friends

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Owl

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Not much escapes my sight.

Eyes wide, eager and keen… seeing the universe in all its clarity.

Patience is the virtue of my being.

A ghost I sit amongst my perch wallowing in the land of the living.

Waiting patiently, ever so patiently… for darkness to arrive.

¬†Shadow of the night… light of the moon.

Resurrected, I become alive…