Masons tawny owl poem

Rain -soaked, the crippled owl awaits.

Its eyes are like galaxy’s shooting through the air.

The long crooked beak bends like a leaf.

Ruffling its tawny shriveled feathers.

The striped owl looks out , its damaged wing dangling down.

short , shivering legs in soft tights and claws grasping on a decaying brick


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