echoing in the serene night
calm and sedate:
man cried too
in the heart
and strangely, too,
his went: to-who to-who
for a long time
these howls boomed
tu-whit tu-who
to-who to-who
till the owl could howl no more
and man groaned no more
mysteriously too
the silhouetted darkness
hung loosely
listening to the pair
and judiciously kept mum
C) Lorot Salem 2010
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