(Poem) Omen by Sara Wright
This morning as I walked I saw an owl veer into the hemlocks, just above my head. Chestnut patterns stenciled on her feathery breast, powerful barred wings soaring in flight.
This morning as I walked I saw an owl veer into the hemlocks, just above my head. Chestnut patterns stenciled on her feathery breast, powerful barred wings soaring in flight.