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Poetry
Owlet
by Cordelia S.R. Woodard
Cordelia S.R. Woodard
One quiet hour
the sky is
beautifully bright.
One quiet hour
darkness seeps
through the light.
But while you are slumbering
a noise splits the night—
a tiny owl breaks its shell
looking left and right!
Thinking its hollow
is the whole world,
thinking the Earth is small.