Sunday, 9 February 2014

Two Owls

In the barred cage
the hook beaked  pair  
watched me
and in their large brown heads     
revolvers on short necks
their amber eyes grew wide 

and time passed 
till I 
the mad  prince 
was pronounced  
and their interest quickly waned 
and their eyes shrank back 


I had not thought to  ask them   
if they liked to be visited  
in their asylum
of carrying on 

locked in  
on all sides
and fed in the night 
or if anyone had weeped 
and wailed
for their martyrdom 


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