Ode to Grey

Light from the moon hits the

bespeckled trees that slowly

wave to me stirred by a soft

breeze finding an owl sat

quietly showing me an eye

the other focused on darkness

to me feels like a dye slipping

its way in me the faint

memory still today the night a

space revealed the deepest

shade of grey.

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