The Grandfather Tree

 

 

I've heard

owls in the branches

calling their need

glimpsed

a flash of night feathers

strike past the stars

stood

cheek to warm wood

breast to deep heart

sheltered

beneath the great arms

of the Grandfather tree

 

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