Owl Atop Fence Poem by james watkin

Owl Atop Fence



In my daily pauses, patient
Waits, undermined
By a shuffling irritableness
Keep them in mind.

An old ruggard fence rail, atop;
One eve, passed by.
Nervous eyed, no; if wide of gaze.
Nor of frights, filled.
Owl-faced, impossibly bestilled.
World-blown, as I.

Friday, October 21, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,still
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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