The OwlA Poem by Crysta K CoburnI wrote this after an encounter one night after moving to Ann Arbor.Inky spectral fingers rise against the indigo sky A coiled light casts itself coldly from the side of the road A flutter, a tremble, a shadow as the fingers sway above Two eyes set within a muddy silhouette look down Are you a friend or a warning? © 2011 Crysta K Coburn |
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Added on February 7, 2011 Last Updated on February 7, 2011 AuthorCrysta K CoburnAnn Arbor, MIAboutI was born in Kalamazoo and have grown up in the surrounding area. Graduated from Western Michigan University with a BA in Creative Writing and Asian Studies in 2005. For 2 1/2 years, I lived in Calif.. more..Writing
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