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the owl
January 25, 2010
It always showed me a bed
My bed
No security
It just was
I could never see it, but it always
Rang true. Like a hand showing me the way home.
As the sound swept across I’m
Shown a blocky wooden house that
Grew like a wooden child, not unlike me.
It was always soft and sound.
A gentle echo that had no source
A friend, a stranger, a small dog who knows and follows.
I never did see. And I don’t
Think I ever do.
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