SECRETS
A svelte owl,
on wing through this dark mooned night,
an ego ghost on the prowl,
to find what has been for his might.
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Elusive moonlight,
scattered over frosty grass,
gliding shadows without sight,
transparent swirls etched in glass.
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Curl like a devil's tail,
like a lock so innocent in young blonde hair,
a flutter like a breeze in sail,
to catch it in it's crafty snare.
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To hide in the gutter,
upwind from the rain,
for the sound of a mutter,
to cause such a hollow pain.
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A dark cast of silence,
in the sunlight's absent glow,
and it would all do to frighten,
if only you would just know.