roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Saturday, October 1, 2011
The owl
The owl in mournful song,
paid homage to moon's rise,
brought end to day so long,
drowned my love-torn cries.
It’s voice drew deep within,
the heart and soul of night,
a tone in darkness beating,
to mock my helpless plight.
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