Owl triolet

 

Another voice at midnight clear

Fell from the sky so high and cold—

I’d touch the stars, they seemed so near.

A wilder voice, at midnight clear,

It echoed soft, the feathered fear,

Its hunting song so sweet, so old,

An owl-fierce voice at midnight clear

Fell from the sky so high and cold.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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