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Journaling under the arrow:

Owl Dreams

He once flew over mountain tops
And hunted mice by night
He hooted from a nearby tree,
He reveled in his flight
And soaring over his home land
Was all he ever knew
Until the day his wings were lost,
That was the last he flew.
No more to feel the currents,
No more to search the land
His home is an enclosure,
Who feeds him now is man
He dreams of flying every day
And seeing earth below
He dreams of being free again,
Above the mountain snow
So he waits in his earthbound prison,
Sure there will come a day
When he can spread his wings again,
And finally fly away

* There were a couple of owls in chain-link fence enclosures at The Devil's Punchbowl with a sign that said that they were unable to be released into the wild due to their injuries. As you can see, this owl's wings would never be able to support him in flight. I wondered about owl dreams and the life denied him. Such a beautiful bird. (He inspired the poem)


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