No Sound. Poem by Roy Storey
No Sound.
Rating: ★5.0
Come flow the willow
come beckon the call.
The owl is hunting
no sound at all.
The fox is hunting
out on the fen.
Long before day break
he be a sleep in his den.
Come herald the day break
the horn and the hounds.
The fox is dead
the owl makes
no sound.
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4/26/2024 8:19:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I see the uncertainty.......all were gone and no sound.Very emotional Roy.