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his world.

the owl is calling to me
out there in the darkness

he pulls me away
from my sofa & comfort zone
to listen in wonderment
to his call of the wild

maybe he sees me
through the rain
silhouetted in the doorway
from his perch high in a tree,

and when I sleep
he’ll silently glide down
into my dreams
and I’ll find myself awake
at the top of a tree

watching a shadowy figure
in a distant doorway.