He's very unique, his feet
curled up like anything, his
thickest wings were hands
and arms was recovered
of warmth and cuddled
with, the owl's eyes were shut
and relaxed on the New
England wood tree stomp as
it will to still, his ears
were pointed straight up when
the moonshine was brighten
on the night sky of hope
and love, he didn't hear
any sound of movement onto
the deeper forest, his
peak become razor sharp but very
pointless look and style
within, but the owl can be
snooze away, no one been
scared of a New England owl
at first sight what a
conceded of delight
Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-29-16
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