the absolution from obligation and promise,
as we walked alone - you and I -
along the water's edge
on this Thanksgiving morning.
As you looked to the trees
for the owl we wouldn't see,
I thanked this good world
for a moment, such a moment,
when a symphony of birds
played for the Great Blue Heron, the eagle, you,
and the little owl-
wherever she may be.
Very nice poem. :)
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