Night Vision
J
Jayne Louise Davies
0
Altın Yaprak
Hark!
I hear an owl tonight,
Here beneath the bright moonlight,
Among the branches,
Sounds I hear,
He's getting close,
He's oh so near,
And then he flies in all his glory,
Into the night,
Right there before me,
Searching for his midnight prey,
Off he goes!
He's on his way.
Jayne Louise Davies
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş