Tyto Dreams

Ghosting hedgerow's rawny rim,
she came;
hunter sweeps in, evening low,
opalescent underbellied
haunting splendour.

Caressed my past
in her passing.

Mallow soft wing beat
slices sharp cut frost;
I rise with her sigh,
in fleeting glimpse
of Minerva's court.

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edit 06.09.10