my take on 'the Eagle' by Lord Alfred Tennyson


the owl

Hidden in his fortress tall,
to the waiting moon he sadly calls
and all around snow softly falls

Flying free he grasps the night
but as the dark fades into light
he, too, is out of sight.




Poetry by dre
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Written on 2007-04-23 at 04:04

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Rob Graber
"grasps the night"--great phrase; I like especailly lines 4 and 5. Hard to miss when Tennyson's your inspiration!
2007-04-23