The owl

The owl
Brown and dusty, glowing gold
Eyes closed
Feathers crown a face of glory
And repose
As you sit and wait for me
To dive within and snatch my prey
Nothing exists without, today,
And answers, once longing, now truth,
Scurry about, hiding from my wandering eyes-
Nothing remains hidden… nothing
Unforgiven
For soon this light shall rise again

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