Whispers of the Wry Owls

Wry owls row,

Your dry world,

Worry about

Drawn low,

Old yowls grow,

Roar, you ready?

Devoid ray—

How do we?

Will your dowry

Drown our way?

We’d draw,

You’d or,

Row!

MAD Missy 😠

Published by M.A.D. Works

aquinoaa2272 says:

April 3, 2025 at 1:05 pm

Interesting and different

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1. M.A.D. Works says:
  
  April 4, 2025 at 3:04 pm
  
  Thank you. I was trying something different.
  
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  1. aquinoaa2272 says:
    
    April 4, 2025 at 3:05 pm
    
    Different is good.
    
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    1. M.A.D. Works says:
      
      April 4, 2025 at 3:09 pm
      
      Yes, it can. 😊
      
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Carol anne says:

April 4, 2025 at 11:19 am

lovely poem! Different from what you normally write! 🙏😘

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1. M.A.D. Works says:
  
  April 4, 2025 at 3:05 pm
  
  Thank you, yes, I was trying something different.
  
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