HC10: Owl

Owl old memory book past

Shadows of our past
Captured in fairy tales
Never give a true picture.
Sometimes late at night
I feel your mournful gaze,
Like a silent, sentry owl,
Feasting on my tears,
Perhaps commiserating.
The dissolution of dreams
Sent that love somewhere,
Waiting to be recaptured
Out of crumbling, sepia air.

~*~

Image from Pixabay. Poetry form is free verse. Written for Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge and GoDogGo Cafe’s Tuesday Prompt.

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