Shelter

Poetry by StuartSeptember 17, 2020September 17, 2020

The Owl plummets

her strength

is lost

The gale has done it’s worst

🌑

Fighting the storm

has taken its toll

Exhausted

shelter is sought

🌑

With shelter

the passing of the storm

She takes flight

soaring once more

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endorsum on September 17, 2020 at 8:22 pm
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🦉🦉

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1. Stuart on September 17, 2020 at 8:25 pm
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  😊
  
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  1. endorsum on September 17, 2020 at 8:32 pm
    
    😊
    
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Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh on September 17, 2020 at 8:31 pm
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sweet, love the image

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1. Stuart on September 17, 2020 at 8:34 pm
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  Thank you 😊
  
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cheriewhite on September 20, 2020 at 10:53 am
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Beautiful! I love owls- accept screech-owls, they’re too noisy! LOL ❤

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1. Stuart on September 20, 2020 at 10:59 am
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  Thank you! 😊
  
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  1. cheriewhite on September 20, 2020 at 11:04 am
    
    My pleasure, Stuart!
    
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  2. Stuart on September 20, 2020 at 11:08 am
    
    😊
    
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