Night Owl Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Night Owl

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grabs a hat from the hatstand
fraught, he warps the midday sun
no apricating mellow touch
in haste, too early a venture
while camouflaged conspirators
beckon to no end, lest he dawdles
through waxing moonlit gossamer
and warms the trees of dusk

Monday, November 27, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: night,moon
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Night Owl poem by Clive Culverhouse
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