A Knowing Look

Great Horned Owl
Great Horned Owl

Old being, old thing,
so stout and wise.
You look down from the tree,
Knowing that I am here.

You stare long
You stare hard
And never look away.

You remember don’t you.
Peer at something else and
This spirit you see standing,
May well disappear.

Annonymous

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