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The Cry
An owl's cry
floated through
the small unnoticed
windows like two
softer notes from
an oboe: just as
the sky fell off
into a strangled gurgle
like the whisper of
the shade through dry-
like grass over the
shoulder of the perched
bird: it cast a reflection
almost as wide as a freeway.
floated through
the small unnoticed
windows like two
softer notes from
an oboe: just as
the sky fell off
into a strangled gurgle
like the whisper of
the shade through dry-
like grass over the
shoulder of the perched
bird: it cast a reflection
almost as wide as a freeway.
Published 9th Jul 2012
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