By Martin Sercombe
with coal black eyes,
forged in the sun,
it guards the darkness
the mythic owl,
omen of the night
a relic of lost time
its fragile bones,
spun in spider’s silk
and ivory
haunt the moon’s light
fleeting as
a wing’s shadow
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