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The Owls

Out early one morning
Along my farming way,
The air crisp,
Twilight
Just beginning,

I chanced upon
Two owls,
Coming home
To roost
For the day,

Gently calling
Each other,
Two dark sliding shadows,
Gliding to rest
In a thick – leaved
Gum tree.

I stopped
And pondered
This other world,
Filled with keen senses
And lightness,
While I had lain
In darkness
Soundly sleeping.

I stopped
And wondered,
What worlds
Of light and brightness

Lie unnoticed,
In dark places.


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Tim Barritt. Circa 1988.
Earth Angel 181