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The Owl

The path was purple in the dusk.
I saw an owl, perched,
On a branch.

And when the owl stirred, a fine dust
Fell from its wings. I was
Silent then. And felt

The owl quaver. And at dawn, waking,
The path was green in the
May light.

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Poem The Owl - Arthur Sze