White Owl

The rain
is falling
on my chest
and my white
feathers.

I feel their
murmur
in the silence
of the night
forest.

I do not
judge them,
do not
wish them
to stop
or stay.

I only am
their drum

watching
from a branch

my eyes
yellow
and round
as the
moon.

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