A slightly mutated triolet.




A Visitor

The screech-owl sat in the birdbath

    and watched us watch him in silence.

Swift on his vesperal flight-path

 

to our wee suburban birdbath,

he stood serene, with eyes of wrath

    keeping a vigil of violence.

 

The screech-owl sat in the birdbath

    and watched us watch him in silence.





Poetry by Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-20 at 17:04

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. I like this version of the triolet.
2020-07-26