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Hoot Owl outside my window

Some say it be a harbinger of Death

   (yes please, sooner than later)

Frivolously hoping, wishing it would 

   be you, standing there in my garden,

      finally come out of the shadows, 

         allowing yourself to be seen

Restless though, no I won't look

How much more disappointment,

   sadness, unrequited longing

      can one girl live through 

Now in the light of day I will admit I have

   no explanation for that conch shell  

      laid carefully on the step outside the 

         kitchen door