The Barn Owl
Through inky sky
A trace of white
Silk ribbon
Twists ghost-like,
Catching amber lamp light
On its fragile edges
Amid flecks of rain
That gleam and slide.
Noiseless
Albino shadow
Emerges from cover
And dives low,
Rejoicing in
It’s silence.
Then sails high
On chilly waves
Of water and light
To pause unseen,
Once more
Swallowed by night.PW
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