In The Night Poem by Toshie Nohara

In The Night



Hooting up the tree nearby
Confident of itself
The owl relaxes without
worry about tomorrow
This nocturnal bird of prey
A hunter to admire.

My present circumstance
so dark
Looks slim compared with the owl
Can't blow my own trumpet
Life quite full of thorns.

I gaze at the dark sky
Lonely without the moon
The owl still hooting freely up
the tree nearby.

Thursday, September 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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