The Barn Owl
Knowing silent flight,
he streams past me
not even a glance my way.
He has other, less admiring creatures
to catch in his outstretched claws.
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Flick's Poetry & Thoughtfield: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” Rumi
