Peace by Superior Poetry
"4th/643/251/beige"
"Staring out through a dirty window, lonely and scared and in pain, motionless.
Suddenly you realize that there's a shadow moving about.
A comforting sound drifts through warm summer air - almost inaudible,
The woosh of this grey owl sweeping down and settling on the window still.
Staring into brightly yellow, piercing eyes.
Ontological shock.
Mind-bending figments of imagination absorb your world and
then
you drift away, gently, peacefully.
Home at last - where eagles, falcons and nightowls roam."
Thomas VW - copyritght MMII
