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Cry of The Owl
The cry of the owl
Sorrowful, it was
He had a message
He wanted to be heard
I strained very hard
Trying to listen
Not only with my ears
But with my heart
And instinct too
Something wasn’t right
If only I could understand
To the owl, I beckoned
As I lifted a handful of Earth
To God, I prayed
As I allowed the soil
To fall in dismay
Perhaps the Earth
Will speak to me
Perhaps she will
Help me
To help the owl
To be free
The Earth be concerned too
I know she loves the owl
The owl learns much wisdom
When he takes a long journey
He always share his tales
With the Earth, the wind
And with the sky
While he soars
Through the vast skies
Renee Robinson
