deb i'm an owl, not a girl
i hunt little mice-things
and swoop down to take them away to die

some days i wish a couger would find me
Inanna HOOTERS 011017
translucent surreal vision of an owl sitting atop a perch, encased in darkness, surrounded by night. The forest is mysterious, enchanted by the sounds of the moonlight. Distorted views of the cliffs and the trees, making this somewhat frightening, yet somehow correct. It all fits. My mind makes things the way they shoud be. 011017
Ariadani silent flight,
swooping gracefully through the night,
familiar of Athena,
your hearing sharp,
your capture quick,
and slilently you float
back into the night
fghio fghio 101114
what's it to you?
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