Little owlWhat do you think of us?
Strange big faces cooing close
The mere sight of you
Compels us to make idiots of ourselves
In ancient days, in ancient caves
Ancestral idiots made faces at ancestral babes
This is why we've all survived, little owl
This is why we're here, little black-eyed soul
Upon your shoulders does history unroll
I stumbled upon your blog by accident while googling a photo for "glitter man". I usually don't read blogs...especially poetry blogs...traditional literature fiction is more my genre. But your poems are raw and read like music...keep up the good work! :)
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