Unsure
I see you,
strange tree
tangled in colour
smelling of flowers
and poisons.
I feel a throb in talloned touch,
an eccentric pulsing beat
not branch sway perch
to windy beckoning.
Your whispered hoots
a Babled alien tongue.
You have no beak,
nor wing
you are a bizarre creation.
I see you,
my eyes kaleidoscoping
your essence,
but I do not know
if you should draw my fear.
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Keith ... I love coming here, I never know what I'll find and it's nice to be surprised. I love owls. We have several nexting in trees near our house. I am intrigued as I listen to their conversation ... each one hooting their separate identities. Another of God's creations that fill me with wonder.
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