Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Simply (and very complex) beautiful words. I do hope your owl takes good care of you. 😊
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Hi, Dorinda. I’m glad you liked my poem, if you found your way here via Morgan, I’m grateful for your visit. Thank you. Oh, and sending up prayers for one simple and complex owl. Hoping any day now. Smiles. Enjoy your evening.
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I did find you through Morgan, and am so happy I did! Hoot? 😉
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Welcome, and nice to meet you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you for the reblog. How generous of you.
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Reblogged this on Booknvolume and commented:
An absolutely Gorgeous verse from fellow Poetess and weaver of words, Audrey from https://oldestdaughterredheadedsister.com
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You are a dear friend. Your support of the poetry I share means everything to me. Thankful my words are heard. Those written and left lingering. ♡
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They echo sweetly round the world, reaching farther than you or I ever may realize!
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Indeed. I know many from around the globe in courage me with their words, as well. Hugs!
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Encourage…dang auto correct
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LOL 🙂
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Magnificence… my dear poetess… I am awed in such ways that I shall not wander far beyond my humbled heart… but shall always linger softly… in the wisdom of the owl…
Wishing you a far more beautiful year ahead…
Michael
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You’ve always been far too generous with your praise, Michael. You have left me bashful, yet knowing you linger brings me peace, as the owl comforts many but protects fiercely.
Wonderful to have you come by again. Thank you ♡
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It is I who should think ‘you’, Audrey Dawn…
But I have not come again…
For I have never left you in the darkness
But chose to linger softly in the silence…
To have left you bashful
Was never my thirst…
Yet it becomes you so beautifully
Like the hues of early dawn on winter’s snow…
Freckled only softly by the touch of natures hand
While shadowed by the wings of snowy owls
See…….. that is exactly why I must linger in the silence… or I’ll just blab crap like that in your comments section all the time.
Hope your day is filled with beautiful moments…
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Stay and babble all you want. Your poetry soothes, Michael. Thank you for this…so beautiful. You have a poet’s heart. I’m blessed to hear you.
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John’s got this one analyzed perfectly. How did you know I love owls?!! And yes, there’s something mysterious yet protective about them as they go about the business of life. Beautifully penned, ma’am!
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John is amazing, isn’t he? Smiles. I’ve always loved owls, but this is the first owl poem for me. So glad you liked it, Debbie.
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Owls are cool. I’d like to see more around here.
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I wouldn’t mind seeing some around here, too. We should go hunting for them. Suppose they would leave us some clues?
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I bet they guard treasures.
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Only the good ones, probably.
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There are so many levels to this one, Audrey. A Masterpiece, truly. I would love to reblog, if that is ok?
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This one has my heart, Morgan. I’m honored you asked. Please, do as you wish. Always. Thank you..
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Thank You 🙂 (I rather thought it was biographical) 😉
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*just waiting on the owl* 🤓🍸
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He is in flight, drawing nearer upon silent wings…..
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So sweet and you so full of hope! 🙂
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I get that. Great stuff.
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Been praying for you, Susan. Hugs. Thanks for visiting me.
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You have no Idea how much I missed you when you were away.
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I find incredible comfort in knowing I fill a void. Thank you for telling me, Susan.
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I thought you might think I was crazy, but I just could not not say something.
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Not crazy at all. Courageous and so thoughtful. Brightened my day!
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*hug*
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Thank you
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This (words and photo) is simply beautiful.
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Aw, thank you, Dan. I really loved writing this poem.
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A beauty, Audie.
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Smiles. Glad you think so. Many thanks, Miguel.
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Your photo is extraordinary, Audrey, but I sense sadness in you. Hope you discover your worth and know that you are loved.
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You often see right through me, my friend. I had a tough December and then more, but I know I belong here. My words, especially. Your support means so much. Thanks for reading through the sad ones. Glimmers of happiness linger far longer than I could have asked most days. I’m not the giving up type. Worth and true love will find me. xx
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Yes they will,
yes they will.
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My hope. xo
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I know that Owl. In fact, I know that tree. He’ll stay until the buds of spring signal life returning to her parched being. He will then celebrate her return and revel in her beauty and comfort until it is time to take up the guard once more. Beautiful Audrey.
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Love which stands the test of time, Butch. Incredibly romantic. Your words add so much to this poem. Thank you. *smooch*
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Aw. Thanks, Audrey. *blush*
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Writers.. 🙂
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🙂
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♡
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