the owl

I talk with the moon, said the owl
While she lingers over my tree

I talk with the moon, said the owl
And the night belongs to me.

I talk with the sun, said the wren
As soon as he starts to shine

I talk with the sun, said the wren
And the day is mine.

the story of the oak and the owl is one of my favorites right now. i keep telling it to myself, over and over again. excited to share it as soon as it’s all official.

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