The Owl's Soliloquy - 06

There is beauty
here on earth
with every blink.
Do we need
a dream,
projected on a wall,
a techno-coloured
alchemy, constructed
from it all?
There is beauty
here on earth
in every blink.
No apology
to perch,
an owl
up on a church;
wide eyes
open through
the chink.
Now my head
may spin around
and my feet
not touch the ground
and they say
i am a ghost of the night,
but I'll always
come back down
with the food I have found:
to your rest,
to our nest;
so tragically
positioned
on
the
ground.


06
a species, 
builds nest on the ground
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