07/05/2025
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Whispers of the Great Owl
Beneath the stars, where whispers call,
The Great Owl watches over all,
Feathers burnished, copper-bright,
Keeper of the ancient night.
A crescent moon upon her brow,
The spirits of the forest bow,
Necklaces of silver shine,
Sacred marks of ancient line.
Her wings enfold the ancient tree,
Roots that touch eternity,
Branches stretch to meet the sky,
Where dreams and memories never die.
The elders say, she guards the way,
Between the worlds of night and day,
Through shadowed woods, through drifting snow,
She guides the spirits as they go.
Owl of wisdom, fierce and wise,
With moonlit fire in your eyes,
You hold the stories of our kin,
The sacred song that dwells within.
