"In the heart of the ancient forestA wise owl perchesIts eyes of amber holds the wisdom of agesAnd its hoots through the mist are only ever heard by the bravestHe's guiding lost souls with his callA haunting melody coming from the trees so tallA…  | By sasysquatchgirl on July 3, 2024 | "In the heart of the ancient forest
A wise owl perches
Its eyes of amber holds the wisdom of ages
And its hoots through the mist are only ever heard by the bravest
He's guiding lost souls with his call
A haunting melody coming from the trees so tall
A beacon of light it shines to lure all lost wanderers that follow the ethereal glow
Most know no other way to go
Hearing footsteps on his mossy trail
The owl's wings unfurl like a sail
A canvas of midnight and feathers,
As it soars, it hoots a tale of lore you'll forget never
Tales of weary travelers seeking home
If you follow his flight the way will be shown
The forest stirs creating a symphony of rustling leaves,
The owl's eyes ask you to believe
For the owl is more than feathers and talons
it is a guardian of thresholds, paths and realms
So heed its call lost wanderer and follow his light
There are much more dangerous beasties out there in the night
Follow where the hooting owl awaits
Or choose perhaps a worser fate…" Poem by me, titled Midnight and Feathers… Art by:
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