Wise Owl Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Wise Owl



Wise owl
That on the bough sings
That circled briefly
In the dusk on hobbling wings
Transform me in your
Wisdom to yourself
That
I may be an owl and have
The privilege and joys of happy nights
To rest my Inner Soul
On sleeping boughs:
The privilege and joys of many dawns.

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