The wise old owl
Sits high up in the tree
Great yellow eyes
Watching over me
A mighty hoot
Can be heard
Rising over the forest
From the wisest bird
A sound of comfort
A majestic intellect at his command
A guardian to the animals
Feathered and grand
Every season he is seen
Sturdy, hoots echoing strong
Half-moon or full moon
Listen to the hoot, it's never wrong
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Of Love and Darkness
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Some are of hope and love, while some are full of the darkest parts we hide inside our hearts.
