Horned Owl
26 x 10 x 15 cm
Saturday, December 26th. 2020
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I havn't heard you for a while, I miss you.
Your night song so comforting, your calls so gentle and soft.
Come home dear one, I’ll take you in.
I brought some bark from your favorite tree.
Yes indeed, it burnt down this summer in a fierce blaze.
Your flight to the mansion down the road didn’t do you good.
Come on, I’ll take you in.
We have the tools from our old friend Joseph Fedzyna,
you might remember him from the other place I built,"Key of life".
These tools will give you a chance to build anew a place to hold your court.
You hesitate,
your calls shifted to a muted wooing, then paused,
and now carefully stowed away.
We will keep your sorrowful song deep in our ears.
At night we'll sing it quietly to chase away our fears.
Dear one, you have my love.
