curving over the darkening field
caressing the low contour slung
insolently over the colding rock
she grazes my fading sight
too real to be a ghost
too strange to be a friend
before fixing on the scraping sound of scurrying legs.
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The Owl-Shadow
as the winter gathers strength
a branch too heavy to lift lies
at the head of the valley
a man intent on sleeping
listens to the wall silence
of the dying day
soon enough it passes
in a flapping half
remembered second
of a distant dusk
the owl-shadow hawks.
