The Owl. A poem by Assunta Hood

Sagacious feathered vertibrate perching on your bough
How I wish your wisdom on me…you would endow
I have fluttered and fled and migrated too
But have yet to attain the tenacity of you
Shall that be acquired by life’s worn path
Or later achieved in the aftermath
You sit so smugly on your perch
Watching me just…search…search… search

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