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The Owl

BY ARTHUR SZE

“The path was purple in the dusk.

I saw an owl, perched,

on a branch.

And when the owl stirred, a fine dust

fell from its wings. I was

silent then. And felt

the owl quaver. And at dawn, waking,

the path was green in the

May light.”

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/156008/the-owl-60b79785176ac