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Saturday, April 04, 2009
Snowy Owl
Shadow of death, silent as breath, White on white, soul of night New moon dreamer, star namer, Omen caller, pattern closer, Who hooter, I listen for my name.
This is chilling, Victoria. I associate the white owl with my brother, Bob ,now. He befriended one in Navada when he camped out there. I will have to look up the legend of the snow owl now.
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This is chilling, Victoria. I associate the white owl with my brother, Bob ,now. He befriended one in Navada when he camped out there. I will have to look up the legend of the snow owl now.
I agree with Judy. Chilling. I like the sounds and rhymes with in. Short. Subtle.
Ooooh! Gives me shivers, Victoria! Beautiful writing. Makes me think of that book "I Heard The Owl Call My Name" as I'd mentioned to you in email.
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