Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Poetic Asides Persona

Blessing Bird

I’m a wise old owl
with a hole in my head
and an empty belly.
I’m fed with slips of paper
expressing good happenings.
At the end of the year
my belly’s emptied
and the slips of paper read.
January starts the refilling.
Despite the hole in my hollow head,
I’m a wise old owl.

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