Animal Poem

Life's end
buried deep
underneath
the darkness
and the hoot
of an owl
that subtle
eerie sound
thin frozen air
20 below Celsius
October night
childhood may escape
specter as the day ends
and inevitably shall
when mother calls them
the hooting continues
and night condescends and
eyes follow carefully
simultaneously
slowly to keep a pace
when the crowd leads
up in the tree
he follows
death
without notice
only a hoot
otherwise
concealed

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