Who was it below the owl,
what came to moon,
where its light
when I could not see
why this waves me?
And how?
Facts of the Matter
At midnight.
At midnight.
Who was it below the owl,
what came to moon,
where its light
when I could not see
why this waves me?
And how?
I love this one, Stacey. 😊
Thank you, my friend : ).
Clever conceit. I may have to steal it or make a prompt out of it.
It’s funny what comes through fatigue sometimes. Thank you, friend!