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My eyes are
little lanterns
for you, owl.
Flutter by,
incandescent,
like a dream.
Swoop wild,
speak golden, giddy
enchantment—
be not
absent your
darker charms.
Stir that deep cello
in me—
that storm of music
reverberating
whenever
you brush by—
my pulse quick,
a mouse
to pounce—
swoop wild, swoop
to me,
your prey.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Magical and skin tingling with each line building up to a crescendo of excitement.
ReplyDeleteCycle of life beautifully penned! I love "Stir that deep cello in me...."
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful....your lines swoop like the owl herself. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteTalk about come hither! You hussy, little mousey!
ReplyDeleteI love how beautifully this flows - like a bird in flight
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. I have never read the circle of life stated so beautifully and poetically.
ReplyDeleteLove. Especially:
ReplyDelete"Swoop wild,
speak golden, giddy
enchantment"
"Stir that deep cello
in me—
that storm of music"
Ooh! How enticing! 🙂
ReplyDeleteEnchanting, Jennifer. And I love the dusky-voiced imperative of "be not/absent your/darker charms."
ReplyDeleteA very joyous and adroit poem that shows us the full stratum of Nature's purview..especially like the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteWhoosh! The prey beconing the predator, symbiosis. The mouse knows life from the close brush with death
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