Trading Places
Wisdom, they say belongs to
The owl, a creature of night
Glaring in the dark, to hunt to
Rummage to hoot its songs.
How can a stranger fit into this
Scene? clearly only by bending
The light, making wisdom her
Own, and trading skirts for feathers
Trading Places © gillena cox 2024
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Challange: Choose one of the images
(they are the only images we have permission to use)
and write a poem that either describes the image
or is in some way motivated by/connected to the image.
