Sunday 17 May 2015

Ruru. (Little Owl)




Bright white room with a view

Not of the Duomo

But of the bush, kanuka and the rest.


High and dry and filled with enlightenment,


Looking to the dark corridors of the forest.

That shelters the little knowing owl

Who calls her name over until exasperated

Tears the night with a cry for understanding.






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