Left in the subdivision, unattended -
an Owl wood, neither fenced, plowed or tended.
Where wildlife grows, above and beneath –
Safe, for the moment, from contractor’s teeth.
Where owls at night, sit safe on their branches
and daylight warms bunnies who’ve had second chances.
Unnoticed by walkers, pulled by their dogs,
Squirrels chase each other, ignored by the frogs.
Unspoiled by Man, the owl wood grows,
Nestled between these houses in rows.
No mailbox, no package, and no hunting please,
Owl wood’s quiet, and free as the breeze.
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