The New Year’s Morning Owl
At dawn, the little green house sleeps
by the big pine tree, in the corner
of the lazy back yard.
Woo-woo, woo-woo, a message from
the deep voice before vanishing.
And I wonder what the message is about; with
the ghost of the year gone still float round;
with the son still recovering from
the surgery, like a tree with a broken limb;
with the pandemic yet to disappear;
with the world still in the deep thoughts
of sea, of the unresolved;
might as well it be some good news:
the son and the world will not only rebound
but prosper in the new year.
The owl hoots again, unseen.
©Byung A. Fallgren
May son and world both rebound
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Many thanks, Derrick
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A hopeful message.
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Thank you, Ken.
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