'THESE ARE YOUNG,
SNOWY OWLS'
The very deep abide-ance you are
feeling for the things you love is
the gel that holds you together.
We are main actors on the stage,
reciting the lines we've not yet
written. Odd, how our voices
manage. Habitation struggles.
Much like the owl itself:
-
Secure to a nothing, stuck to
its limb, dipping to dive to
retrieve that mouse which runs
through a field, thinking it is
happy. For that moment it
was, until; until it was
no longer.
No comments:
Post a Comment