SECRETS

A svelte owl,

on wing through this dark mooned night,

an ego ghost on the prowl,

to find what has been for his might.

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Elusive moonlight,

scattered over frosty grass,

gliding shadows without sight,

transparent swirls etched in glass.

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Curl like a devil's tail,

like a lock so innocent in young blonde hair,

a flutter like a breeze in sail,

to catch it in it's crafty snare.

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To hide in the gutter,

upwind from the rain,

for the sound of a mutter,

to cause such a hollow pain.

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A dark cast of silence,

in the sunlight's absent glow,

and it would all do to frighten,

if only you would just know.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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