The Barred Owl
light bathes the branch,
silhouetting the owl
that emerged with wings quiet as
the naturalist mimicked a call...
the spotlighted raptor
let the crowd know
The Trees' Voices
the preserve trail
veiled by the season's cloak
of lace, trees chatter in volume
my dream's halted
by a golden-eyed ghost
whose voice is mocked in a nearby
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3, No. 2 Fall 2004 & Winter 2005
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These poems are Copyright © 2005 by Stacy Smith.