The Owl

Beneath the feathers 
Beats a heart
Behind the eyes
Where thinking starts
He watches us
Our little lives
Brothers, fathers 
Sons and wives
And as we burn
The rubber miles
A mother cries
And Satan smiles

©️janejago 2020

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