a poem by Linda Bates Terrell, USA

When the night falls
When nearby whoot owls call
I recall the days of long ago
Where my lover's touch did grow
When we lovingly hand in hand, clasp
Tenderly, to one another grasp

When the night falls
When the bewilderd whoot owls call.
Alone I lay, now alone I pray,
Of my self I did betray,
Dreams tender and sweet
I lay in defeat.

When the night falls
I listen to the sad whoot owl's call
He too, wishes of long ago
As he flies low over the snow.
For one bird soars alone to the end
The other, he can no longer defend.

Linda Terrell
July 31, 2010

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