An owl perched on my windowsill
Like a taunting memory
An Oracle.
A prophet of bad omens
An owl
Clenching
Its feet on my windowsill
An owl
That hoots
My name
Like a sign of
Disaster
Eyes that haunt me
Eyes that show me
The prophecy
Of my destruction.
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