Sunday, November 11, 2012

You Have to Be Good to Find What Isn't Hiding from You

The owl, who is not wise,
Who is a dim bird, said

That's the privilege of being God:
You're always laughing.

And the branch on which
The owl sat shrugged

Off its unusually heavy load
Of early November snow.

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