Moonlit sky where stars are bright
With a gentle breeze this Summer night
Old Owl tells a tale perched above
As a church mouse lingers in her thoughts of love
Quiet and gentle mother, once a child
Anon desires of fancy wilds
Too soon, For dreams have lead her far away
Gone are moments when, Her yesterday
Old Owl, from a child has seen her grow
Both together
Now both are old
They share the stars as they have in life
Special moments when
The warmer nights
(03/19/2020)
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