Fear of the eyes
What would have had happened?
I was child; baby-boom’s.
Free born; lived free
We climbed hills, trees.
All were ours, sea to beach
Mountains, and the jungles
'Trespass’ was rare sign.
And I was, like others
When leaving spring
Racing home, up the hill
Ran and fell, or crawled
Energies of those times.
Suddenly in a hole
Eye to eye, as if cave
I saw two, nickel-size
Staring; bright-shine.
Then blinked; scared, I
Lost grip; almost fell
Rolling down as if ball.
The owl was in its nest.
Sitting on, the laid eggs.
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