the barn owl
silently appeared
gliding low
at the edge of
the dormant field
his brown form
vanishing into the
barren woods
i was mute,
as were the trees
and all that was
within them
january mist hung heavy
with a meaning
i have yet
to understand
"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science." -Albert Einstein, The World as I See it
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