wishing we were owls
we spent the summers
wishing we were owls
to swoop in at night
and take away all the mice.
we wanted to make whispers
through darkness
and cool collapsing barns
aged with time and failed crop.
we designed wingspans
and flight patterns
and decided as owls
we would migrate
to someplace warm in the wintertime.
someplace south of
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