If the Owl Calls Again
by John Haines
at dusk from the island in the river, and it's not too cold, I'll wait for the moon to rise, then take wing and glide to meet him. We will not speak. . .
This poem is still under copyright, but you can read the rest of it here. It's not my usual fare, but I loved it, and want to find more of this poet's works to read. Inspiration to find a poem like this came in the form of owls calling to each other in the night outside my window.
Poetry Friday is being hosted this week by Picture Book of the Day. Check it out! You can view the schedule of where Poetry Friday is being hosted in the coming weeks here, on the blog where it all began.
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