poetry: owlet

found again while gazing in the nave

an empty-bellied owlet peering up at me

glow bright eyes mewling needs unmet

blinking sight glazed by my light

she’s so small and weak I think

newly hatched dust soft down tonight

battered and blown beak open waiting

filled with pleas for small provision

knowing what she wants for wintertime

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Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Creatrix in the Matrix making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)

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Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Creatrix in the Matrix making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)

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