Night falls, old day dying,
owl calls, shadows flying.
Daily poem: Florette 6
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Night falls, old day dying,
owl calls, shadows flying.
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Night fliers are definitely like shadows. Great image. (K)
I love them, though they’ve been quiet lately. Not sure what that means.
I like the image of shadows flying.
Thank you. The tree branches and the clouds create movement in the sky. The owls flit in and out, hard to see.
Another excellent Florette 💜
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