The Old, Wise Owl

Somewhere in the trees tonight

Though hidden, sits an owl

I hear it through the window, ask

“Whose spirit guides you now?”

“Memory is not a haven”

“When darkened, is the past”

“Safety lies ahead for they”

“Who fight until their last”

Words he spoke, this owl outside

Intent, I listened in

I gave them much consideration

Now heed them, I begin

I keep the candle burning bright

My quill remains in ink

To this owl, I owe my thanks

For changing how I think

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