A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“I had many things to write, but I will not with ink and pen write unto thee . . .” —III John 1:13

Quietly

Quietly
I hear
nothing.
I prick my ears,
but silence
is all that fills the wind;
and
(a silent flap of wing)
an owl.

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