The mole catacombed under dripping roots,
gnawing grubs like clustered shrimp, pulpy white
dangling in gloom. In the oak, patient hoots
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[Attn: J.Hogg / 'Broken Moon' is honey and wax (delight and wisdom) . I have a hunch your prevarication is sanctioned in 'Arcadia' and Avon, where 'best poetry is most feigning.' #
WfD, Hi, At least your Owl is still on an even keel and keeping to the course set for it by its nature! This is tightly focussed and vibrantly alive, and I find myself with a surprising amount of sympathy for the murderous owl. You've somehow kept the balance of nature intact. There is much in this that made this reader linger, but the last four lines energetically demand involvement.... and the final line is so good, so musical that I'm sitting here smiling in admiration... sound intuition too, dammit! Regards, jim
Owl Light is the title poem of an early selection published by Wings Press.