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In thoughts from the visions of the night , when deep sleep falleth...Job 4: 13
The wise old owl is astute
Flying mile after mile..
But rests for a short while...
For his brain to stay acute.
Alas, if an owl runs out of steam
He is much slower in his commute
His time is limited to prowl and hoot,
Not to mention his self esteem.
He was led where he made his bed,
Sleeping atop a tree's old foot.
From there he formed into a root....
With straw poking thru' his head...
Poetry by me AJP
This is another mirrored image of a diptych portraying an old root at the foot of the trunk of our weeping willow tree that fell over in a storm in October of 2010...The root has been there forever it seems...but is looking more decrepit and more owlish as time marches on, especially when it is turned around:)
Also by Andrea Petersen
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