by Colleen Ranney

Created on: February 01, 2009

They swagger across the green outside my window
Outcasts of religions
The symbolism of death and nothing good to many
It was a bright morning
I counted all my fingers and their were more
I needed to investigate these birds
Whose presence discomforted me
I did
Only to find they scattered at my sounds
I slammed the door on purpose
and then I saw their reason
Their purpose for meeting in my front yard
A baby owl
So fragile the symbolism of power and wisdom
Trembled and flew away
Even nature displays the war between
Good and evil
On this day I know which side triumphed

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