a description of the % sign

September 30, 2010

Gliding through the thick soupy night sky, soars an owl,
it’s eyes wide and awake in the day’s latest hours.
It searches
calling its forlorn yet mystifying song,
only to be lost in the light breeze.
in the forest
a young tree fights against it’s older and taller peers
hoping for a small taste of sunlight
to drop against its weathered branches in the coming day.
Only a couple of miles away, a black road seems to stretch on forever,
entirely empty except for a lonely pair of headlights,
piercing through the inky night.

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