these owls
with long wings and heads
on swivels.
yellowed
bold eyes.
they screech and holler
through out the early
morning.
hungry for a mouse or
two,
praying that it doesn't
rain.
the rain soaks through
and makes them
heavy,
wet and sad.
rain is death of them.
but today is good.
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