the treasure of his presence is with me still the neighborhood was alive with him there he was atop a telephone pole in the alley behind our modest Chicago bungalow he was majestic, regal, king for a day did he wonder about what we thought as we wondered about him the beautiful Snowy White Owl he came and stayed for an entire winter day motionless, intimidating non-the-less he was in charge of an army of children forewarned by mothers together we crouched looking up at the beauty and the power of Nature that had entered our concrete lives
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the treasure of his presence is with me still
the neighborhood was alive with him
there he was atop a telephone pole
in the alley behind our modest Chicago bungalow
he was majestic, regal, king for a day
did he wonder about what we thought
as we wondered about him
the beautiful Snowy White Owl
he came and stayed for an entire winter day
motionless, intimidating non-the-less
he was in charge of an army of children
forewarned by mothers
together we crouched looking up
at the beauty and the power of
Nature that had entered our
concrete lives
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