The Owl
The owl sings low in the night,
With sound like an old love’s call;
While shadows creep, my heart takes flight
In woods where secrets all fall.
To every sound that earth can hear,
The owl conveys both dream and fear.
- George Meredith
The Owl
The owl sings low in the night,
With sound like an old love’s call;
While shadows creep, my heart takes flight
In woods where secrets all fall.
To every sound that earth can hear,
The owl conveys both dream and fear.