226 Poem by RIC BASTASA

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what the white owl does besides flapping its wings

The white owl flaps its wings
Deep in the night
Hovers on the trees
I think the leaves
I hear the sparrows chirping
In the morning
Some dead feathers are falling

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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