owl sticks its head out, staring in silent rebuke as if to say: "Hey! I'm nocturnal. What's with all the ruckus?"
Nocturnal [Kyōka]
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
owl sticks its head out, staring in silent rebuke as if to say: "Hey! I'm nocturnal. What's with all the ruckus?"
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
Nice poem, I like owls, such mysterious creatures. Thanks for sharing and have a nice day!
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Thank you, and back at ‘cha.
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Looking from a place of peace…
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