Andreas Rubin


The Owl - Poem by Andreas Rubin

I see its eyes
I see its head
I see its beak
I see its feathers
It sits there
All the time, it sits there
Everywhere I go it sits there
I don't like to see it sit there
I want to slice it,
But I don't know if it will die
I hate it, it wont stop
After it sits there,
It stares at me
All the time, it stares at me
Everywhere I go it stares at me
I don't like to see it stare at me
I want to burn it
But I don't know if it will die
I hate it even more, it still won't stop
After it stares at me,
I wake up


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010



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