Tucked deep into fireside
downy sleep, she listens.
A distant heart cries
Oh, feathered hope,
I wish I knew.
Written for Poetry Jam.
(Doesn’t that sound yummy?)
Lovely writing, De! Don’t we all wish we knew Whooooooo?
For several years, I lived in an apartment from where I could hear an owl at night. It felt just as in your poem.
“feathered hope” such a fitting description of hope.
I read this as a mother’s hope toward her young daughter. I remember as a young girls just being fascinated by the fact that I might one day be married — and indeed, whoooooo in the world would it end up being!
Love your title as well – as usual :)
Nicely done, that sound of the Owl is certainly unique and you feel this in your words.
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