The Silent Owl
The glimmering eyes
reflecting the moonlit sky
Dreamy but vigilant eyes
suddenly come into life
catching sight of scarlet petals
of blooming roses in the night.
Silvery feathers
gently glide
eyes perching in the dark
on a nearby branch
Big glowing eyes
silently observing
the field of dreams,
thinking deeply
and listening intently
to the rustling of the leaves
and the sound of the breeze
playing among the flowers
as critters continue to crawl
making noise as they play
unaware of his presence...
His eyes continue to watch
through the wee hours of the night.
Wilson Khor W.H. @ Seymour Nightweaver
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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