The binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
like a lantern
all night long,
sees where all
the other birds sleep:
towhee under leaves,
titmouse deep
in a twighouse,
sapsucker gripped
to a knothole lip,
redwing in the reeds,
swallow in the willow,
flicker in the oak -
but cannot see poor
whippoorwill
under the hill
in deadbrush nest,
who's awake, too -
with stricken eye
flayed by the moon
her brindled breast
repeats, repeats, repeats its plea
for cruelty.
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I really like this one. It does contain an air of mystery. I've been a big fan of her writing for some time, but I can never find more than just a handful of her poems. I would love to read more of her writing.
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hey i think that your poetry is beautiful and mysterious...i was wondering if u could send me some more of your poetry like the one thats called dark honey or soemthing..thanx
love jenna
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