Owl Poem by * Sunprincess *

Owl



In a forest of rustling November
He sits admiring a glowing moon
sailing over the far horizon
and he hopes it will come back soon

occasionally he hears someone call
and he replies, who? ...who?

Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: moon,forest
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success