From Blackland Prairie Raptor Center

An owl sat high up in his tree
Gazing as far as he could see
A cool breeze swept through
The owl cried, “Who, Who?”
And the wind said “It’s only me.”

by April Erwin

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    3 days ago

    It felt like a good morning for an owl poem.