The White Owl

He came in the winter, sailing out of the sky, with massive
wings, a white snow owl
He perched upon a bird house, then cocked his head and
gave a scowl
For a death had occurred of Nana, a very treasured
woman;
As we watched this beautiful bird, one could not help
thinking he was a omen.
After awhile, the owl set out on its journey, as it sailed above the trees
One wanted to get down on their knees.
It looked like an angel saying good-bye
When the white wings started to blend in with the sky.

by Carol Barker-Bettencourt

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