This is an original poem written over vacation at the lake. Me and the owl and the night.

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Rehabilitation Station 

The lake rattled the edge to remind me she’s still there. 

The critters cheer to declare they’re here and they fill the air 

Soft, silhouettes of fragmented light 

House on the hill, the dock on the right 

Alone with only the shimmering rays and dancing waves 

Prancing feet and crickets sounding romancing treats 

This moment is relaxing to me.   

The night removes the distractions, glimmering refractions 

Contemplating responsibilities is like multiplying fractions 

Focusing on the sound of the owl seems much wiser to me 

Who-Whhwoowhoo 

Nature’s attitude is gaining traction with her eyes on me 

I’m falling back in love, reconnected 

Energized, inspired inside, soul inspected, fear deflected 

Mother your beauty’s perfected pristine, highly respected.   

Who-Whhwoowhoo Who-Whhwoowhoo   

Questions sounding from the wildlife hounding 

Hooting hollering, the audience is surrounding 

Rehabilitations taking place with the wind in my face 

The breeze brought me to my knees like a King to replace 

I haven’t the fear to care if the world knows I need to escape 

The owl doesn’t question now that we’ve spoken, free to erase. 

Who-Whhwoowhoo      

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