Deeply whispered,
Moonlit night
Hearts are aching
Desperate fight
Eyes of scorn
And beech trees watching
Lightning fired
An eerie warning
And branches snapped, as howled the wind
A tiny owl, took up to heel and wingtip bent.
Starlight skies took my tiny wanderer
To adventures on high.
And far away from the nest
And bough did break,
And rarely they return.
…
(C) 2022
@claremariewithpoetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely write! Thank you for sharing x