And here we have three snowy owls in residence. They seem to be who-less but sit still as the rocks in Gull Cove . And then the crows find them, bark out their indignation, dive, mob them, and drive them up into the air where they spread their magnificent wings and disappear.
You have a gift. I was right there with you.
And here we have three snowy owls in residence. They seem to be who-less but sit still as the rocks in Gull Cove . And then the crows find them, bark out their indignation, dive, mob them, and drive them up into the air where they spread their magnificent wings and disappear.
Lovely. Thank you, Mike.
gorgeous poem <3
did you create that image of the owl? it's astoundingly beautiful
Mike this is a beautiful poem. i mean it. The owl moves your pen.