An absolutely Gorgeous verse from fellow Poetess and weaver of words, Audrey from https://oldestdaughterredheadedsister.com
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
Sheโs the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
Heโs her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
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I don’t have to remind you of how special you are to not only me, but also my words. Those written and those which linger. Thank you for sharing my poem, Morgan. โก
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Delighted to Share and Honoured to be held in such esteem **Blush** ๐
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Enjoy your weekend!
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I did, hope you did as well? ๐
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