An owl at prayer

barn owl perched on tree
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His beauty moved me like owl at prayer
 I’d  better  share my   love of  birds on here

He touched me like a marble  falls down drains
Thank God we then had lots of  heavy  rain

He told me  he was angered by  my  face
I drowned on his tweed jacket spiced with mace

I read so fast the teachers were amazed
My secret was adrenalin and  haste

I  never loved my  neighbour as myself
For I was deep in love with someone else

We  think we long for love  but  as I say
Intimacy rots  if we can’t play

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