Warning
by Sondra Ball
Tremble
as you look up
at the morning sunrise.
There is a dread omen crossing
the sky.
That owl
flying before
the pink and gold sunrise:
it carries a heavy mesage
of death.
Joining
many more owls
on the oaks and cedars
around the house of the old man,
it waits
as light
fills the forest
and spreads across the sky;
it waits in the morning sunlight,
while death
enters
throught the locked door,
leaving its cold shadow
on the hearts of those left behind,
mourning.
   copyright 1997 sondra ball
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