In The Night - Poem by Toshie Nohara
Hooting up the tree nearby
Confident of itself
The owl relaxes without
worry about tomorrow
This nocturnal bird of prey
A hunter to admire.
My present circumstance
Looks slim compared with the owl
Can't blow my own trumpet
Life quite full of thorns.
I gaze at the dark sky
Lonely without the moon
The owl still hooting freely up
the tree nearby.
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