The Owl Upon The Ancient Bough He Sits Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Owl Upon The Ancient Bough He Sits

The Owl upon the ancient bough he sits
As to a castle be that ancient bough
And the over hanging leaves
Still wakeful sentinels of night,
Economical the Owl in its words
As night advances more economical in as proportion direct
For Economy in words and thoughts more important be.

Friday, March 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,night,words
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