Wisdom (#12, Hour 24) [Sijo]


At midnight, when the moon laves the forest floor with an eerie glow,
An owl sways up and down on a dancing branch, gold eyes fixed.
I pause, listen, ears poised, waiting for the wind to speak in tongues.

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