So Marked Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

So Marked



struck through moon beam
strait line all think.

Owls know the way
hearing seeing
gliding beams
do so dream.

Ruffling softly brush the ear
all the hair's laid low
bones to hear.

In said hearing turned to sight
richness of nature is nestlings
delight.

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Uloia Norris Moore

Uloia Norris Moore

Southern United States
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