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Lament Of The Owl

owl
why do you make that hooting
in the morning when I go out
with the dog at dawn
for her morning ablutions

are
you talking to the crows
looking for carrion in the road
from the tops of the naked oaks

is
it a sad song for the snow man that stands
in front of the house on the corner
left on his own to alternately
freeze and melt until he is no more

or
an answer to the black locomotive
at the rail crossing with its string
of empty lonely boxcars

no
your call is a lament
to the wingless
the featherless the flightless
who can’t see in the dark

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