
Dawn breaks in the east.
From the tall oak in the woods,
owl’s too-wit too-woo;
such a homely sound to me,
but to the mouse a terror.
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[Image: courtesy of http://camerasnaps.org.uk]
Dawn breaks in the east.
From the tall oak in the woods,
owl’s too-wit too-woo;
such a homely sound to me,
but to the mouse a terror.
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[Image: courtesy of http://camerasnaps.org.uk]
Cute.
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…”cute” to us, and not to the mouse 😉
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This is true. 😆
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😉
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Great
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Thank you 🙂
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Cute one 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Great work here. You are very prolific at the moment by the way.
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Must be my “pretend sun” Vitamin D capsules the doctor told me to take. Normally I’m a gloomy old whatsit at this time of the year, which reduces my writing output.
Glad you like the Tanka. Why don’t you have a go writing one?
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I think I have some tanka somewhere – however the main written form I am working in at the moment is the CV – it is a kind of un-rhymed prose form. Two sides long.
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I think some people might consider the whole of my novel so far, as un-rhymed prose form.
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So much wisdom packed into those few lines.
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I do so love owls, but am thankful for the great mercy shown me in not being born a mouse!
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