Excerpt Two: Barn Owl

Excerpt Two

BARN OWL 

Silent wing
Soft brushing through my dreams.
Pale ghost that hunts the past,
Sifting the air with every sense,
The only sound, a last heartbeat,
And the whispered breath
That heralds death.
And then you scream triumphant,
Crowning your place in the world.
I tremble inside with your presence,
And summon the night.

 

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