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[bodytext] => To stroll through woods in midnight's dim Confined to space thy trees allow Brushing by limp clawing limbs Mine ears were stricken by an owl For fear I had trespassed thy fort And wandered to thy tenant's door My legs stood fast, with no retort As dread escaped from every pore And in the abyss, on life I swear Two eyes emerged with crimson fire Here to defend thy very lair As truth defends against the liar Silence did behold this scene Interrupting soothing quiet And with pure stealth, and senses keen Darkness came and ruled with silence Without a word, without a groan The owl's unblinking eyes did stare Into mine own, I wished them sewn Shut to what our visions shared "Who?" asked he, with bitter tone My ears did wretch from thy taste This single word, spoken then gone Frightened me to speak with haste "Tis I," stumbled from parched lips "No harm from me thou can expect. Sheath thy knife, restrain thou whip. To you I give thy due respect." But no reply the owl did give Aknowledgement aknowledged not Suspense was given breath to breathe But air its lungs now begot "Who?" repeated from his mouth The question quite repetitive As wolves exclaim with hunter's howl Granting prey a chance to live "Tis I," was once again expressed "I bow to thee and offer peace. A villain not, I shall confess. Jailor please, grant my release." My anxious heart now bleeding woe Struggled with my lungs to breathe From the owl, my wretched foe Not a word did he unsheath Impatience shown from patient wait Shining brighter than Polaris Expecting now to hear my fate All feel judgement's hand of caress The devilbird with demon eyes Opened wide his fiendish beak And raising his head to the sky Spread apart Griffenous wings Launching itself from the tree Ascending up into the stars Dancing in the clouds freely A prisoner outside his bars Astonishment then grasped my heart Increasing the tempo of its beat As the owl, with sudden start Descended and crashed before my feet Soil and dust blinded my sight When the impact there occured The ground rumbling in fight Against that fallen foolish bird When the shock and awe dissolved I found myself in solitude This play in which I was involved Had no choice but to conclude But the act was incomplete For movement from the wake I saw Expecting my old foe to greet And enforce his sovereign law The cloud of dust had settled now Enough for my eyes to see A man bent in courteous bow And when he raised, the man was me [comments] => 2 [counter] => 136 [topic] => 31 [informant] => absyrtus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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