In my dreams, it sometimes seems

That the owl calls to me.

I can not see

Where he may be.

Yet his voice is clear

And I hear him near

Calling to me.

.

He speaks to me

Of my mortality

Reminding me of Macbeth

And approaching death,

And yet he

Does not bother me,

For we all

Must, one day, fall.

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Copyright: K. Morris.