fovea centralis

By fovea

owls

high above they watch. waiting for the night to strike,
darkness cloaking their flight.

on the wind, their wings soar.
diving, swooping, and gazing for more.

two little owls, don't be of fright.
they just want to play tonight.

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a little ditty from yours truly.

cheers,
L

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