little owl

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Little owl flying high.
A sweet watcher of the sky.
I watch with adore in my eyes.
Little owl, where do you go?
To places problems can't grow.
Where you are not on show.

Oh, little owl.
You guided my young.
Back to your nest.
Little owl  did you see.
On days where the sun was me.

Oh Little owl.
How I chased. 
You soar beyond my pace.
To me you are my sky.
Can I be your sea? 
To always soar above me.

Oh Little owl. 
The storms you have seen.
The storms you have seen.
The homes you have lost. 
The wounds you must clean.

Oh Little owl. 
My rest grows long.
Will I see you soon?
Will you bring my last dawn?

Oh my owl. 
My guiding friend.
I hear your wings coming.

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