The Prayers of the Snowy Owl


Her eyes hung heavy, as a few final snowflakes drifted

swirling, she squinted with the new dawn

breaking, covering the sky.

She was startled hearing His voice

the Creator asking,

her again to pray,

for the humans.

Couldn’t they just hunt mice

and be happy?


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