A Meal At Night Poem by Glaedr the poet

Glaedr the poet

Glaedr the poet

Born in California but my 'Homeland' will always be Missouri

A Meal At Night



As the sun sets to bring the night
The wise old owl hoots in delight
Spreading his wings in a tired stretch
He searches for a breakfast that'll be quick to fetch
Spotting a mouse that would be such a meal
Swiftly he flies to the life to steal
Thus the wise owl feeds at night
And lets out another hoot of delight

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Lovely! So vivid. Enjoyed the read.

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Glaedr the poet

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Born in California but my 'Homeland' will always be Missouri
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