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The Owls Have It
"The Owls have it"
I whispered to the window
staring out for hours
my breath fogged up what little I could see
They fly in packs of three at night
Hollow sounds stay silent fluttering
what now may or might be razor sharp feathered velocity
sprayed black cracking their necks
The Owls have it and I want a piece of that pie
before I get too old and I have to worry about the dangers of old age
Clip my wings if it would delight you
because that's all I'm living for anymore
the sense that when you're happy
I follow suit regardless of taste
