Sitting in my living room this evening, I heard the distinctive voice of an owl in the garden. His cry reminded me of this post. Kevin
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Waking from a strange dream
I hear the fatal bellman toll.
‘Tis Macbeth’s owl
Signifying death.
A warm bed
On a dark October morn.
My fancy
And the cold note of an owl hunting.
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Published on February 04, 2016 13:34