Nate Flying Owl Poems

Throughout the course of the night
When darkness is overwhelming
The bats recite their poetry.
As each verse echoes back to them,
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Animal silence followed by sable clouds
The winds gathering their speed and strength
Before a drop is seen, I smell the rain
The air carries a spark of future strain
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Can poetry be felt in the blood, in the veins
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
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Twilight moments between night and day
Are quiet and cold in winter's grasp
In suburban solitude I stroll
On the frigid eve of Christmas day
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The moonlight beams upon the clouds tonight
Amongst the shapes, I see the bison strong
My mind recalls this creature's bulky might
The billow vanishes before too long
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With the passing of midnight grim
I hear that sound of mighty vim
The bellow of distant thunder
And as it resounds, I wonder
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Shards of glass in various sizes
Scattered wildly across the store's tile
Are bathed in shadow and feigned moonlight
Evidence of the robber's break-in
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A leaf, crimson as the dawn
Sunders itself from its branch
And drifts on a playful breeze
Its slow undulating flight
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Winter weather but a faint memory
Dusk allows the shadows to slowly grow
My skin is caked with dried sweat
From the heat of afternoon
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