The Owl At The End Of The Mind Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Owl At The End Of The Mind
Blinking its cloudy eyes
The owl at the end of the mind
Sits in its cowl of feathers
A seer, crippled and blind
Its dainty beak is tipped
With torn strips from the past
Its head, a tethered Janus
Has weathered winter’s blast
The owl at the end of the mind
Greets time with a loud ‘Huzzah’
Beyond the Domain of Reason
It feasts on life’s viscera
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
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