An owl flew low
Forgetting the quiet
Her wings promised
To the rabbit
And the first rain
Washed the dreamy eyes
Of the high desert
In the dark
Sunshine late today
Juniper tree berries
Now scented the air
As a woman does
Walking barefoot
After a steam bath
And the owl flew passed
And the rabbit chanted a daina
For living through another sunrise
In the high desert
Wearing wet fur
November 19, 2023
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023
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