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.
***
A beautiful tresure for the owl lovers.
Not often but this time I am thinking og making a part gor myself.
Graceful owls in flight sit beautifully in ear and complement them.
Very comfortable and easy to wear.
They can make a beautiful gift too!
Enjoy
Love,
L.
