Owl

I am private. Owl.

I am private. Owl.


Owl

I’m private.

I read my gut
tea leaves
moon beams
bird bones.

Hide from you
underground
under rafters
under cliffs
under feathers.

Prowl at night
growl at fur
travel on the wind.

I’m private
owl.

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