Owls
A sound that I have come to love
Reaches my ears through night
And when the darkness threatens
He protects and shows me light
Clouds and stars swirl in his eyes
Do tell occasional thunder
And when his reassurances I hold
I think of him in wonder
A smile and soft laughter
Are things his mouth does store
And when his mirth does ring out
They beg me solicit more
Nothing else matters so much
And I ache throughout the day
To hear the murmur of his deep voice
As he whispers, "hey"
Just a simple greeting
Yet one that make me smile
And brings me his touch on sheltered wind
Seperate an inch or a mile
Just an hour maybe more
Of secrets and thoughts aglow
Yet for all his blinding brilliance
I am surprised he does not know
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