Tag: poetry
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Waiting on the Owl
The Great Blue HeronWas disinclined to idle chatterAnd took flight before I could say hello I meandered into the field Where three bat housesSpan two twenty-foot-tall polesNo more out of place Than the humming solar arrayEncased by an 8’ fence Content in the late October sunI hoped the resident owl would join me I wanted…
Quietly Making Noise 