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The Snowy Owl

Alone he stands over the world on high,
Scanning the land with his glimmering eye,
Like a flash of lightning, he takes to the sky.

He goes screeching over the icy plains,
White wings on his back and ice in his veins,
On he flies as the sunlight drains.

-James D. Vespoli


Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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