I see at night
do not see during the day

After dinner a spell of sound sleep
Then my ribs chat with
the shards of the bed

The unseen faces of day
come wafting one by one

In bed I toss and turn
and do not get sleep

In all twelve months I hoot
in more than a dozen voices

Someone says it brings happiness
Someone else says it brings sorrow

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   Guna Moran
   Tr.© Nirendra Nath Thakuria


Bio : Guna Moran is an international poet and book reviewer. His poems are published in more than 150 international magazines,journals,webzines,blogs, newspapers, anthologies and have been translated into thirty languages around the world. He has three poetry books to his credit.He lives in Assam,India.

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2 Responses to Owl

    1. Whose photography is this? It’s a stunning pic.

      Comment by Heidi Stephenson on 23 August, 2021 at 12:42 pm
    2. Thanks Heidi. I found it here but can’t find out who took it. https://www.google.com/search?q=sleeping+owl&client=firefox-b-d&sxsrf=ALeKk03rjZmOXHrXAobIAUIovxSdEu6HxA:1629739301966&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=z4PTXZVPIh-qjM%252CYHU63XS5IjoNKM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kSdSyQY5ovg4sSUU1-sI6MdcDM_3A&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiKxq2B1MfyAhWY7aQKHZnAD3UQ9QF6BAgZEAE&biw=1920&bih=953#imgrc=z4PTXZVPIh-qjM

      Comment by Editor on 23 August, 2021 at 5:24 pm

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