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
wall.
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