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Great Horned Owl and The Golden Goblet

Sometimes,
the moon shines down
shimmers with a blueish hue
that is where my golden goblet lingers
out of reach from the tips of my fingers
swallows peer through frosted windows
along the riverside...


I hold my goose-feather quill
over dripping ebon ink upon
the threadbare page, limpid droplets
of old squid's bile

writing stories of distant lands
where willows once wept loudly
and from some trees
their boughs produced fruit
a cornucopia of good foods to eat

Once where pomegranates thrived
now hangs barren branches
as the dessert grins, broken arrows
of silvery dreams...remain

on these sleepless nights
my gaze targets the horned owl
sitting gracefully in a wisened oak
hooting his regrets to the moon

shining down with shades of blue
as shadows take shape
manifests silhouettes of sorrow
mourning doves beckoning tomorrow

my golden goblet full with wine
out of reach from my wanted grasp
the great horned owl swoops in
talons grasp the chalice, soaring
off into the forrest, where the air is thick
pouring wine on the riverside



Written by Shinobi (Randall Reedy)
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