rumble chop chop chop …
the helicopter flies low
an owl screeches
§§§
the owl flies madly
around the empty court-yard
screeching loudly
alighting on a roof top
it preens its feathers
§§§
wind rumbles my roof
swooshing through the valley
clear skies at dawn
§§§
so many questions
crowd my mind this morning
what’s reality
emptiness between atoms
emptiness in space
yet … the universe dances
does god exist …
a primal force with a plan
or man’s creation:
the lonely fearful hunter
sitting whittling wood
said, I made this bow, it’s good
who made this world …
many illusions
that we think of as logic
are just fantasies
these thoughts patterns ideas
swirl in early dawn’s first light
§§§
the owl on the roof
looks around at the sun rise
his calm restored
© G.s.k. 15
Poor owl! Glad peace was finally restored.
I like how your thoughts and the owl’s crazy flight echo one another. 🙂
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