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The Owl

May 12, 2017
The path was purple in the dusk.
 I saw an owl,
 perched, on a branch.

And when the owl stirred,
a fine dust fell from its wings.

I was silent then.
 And felt the owl quaver.
 And at dawn, waking,
the path was green in the May light. 

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