Without My Notebook

Inhale.
Hoots of owl-song
on gusts of mature night.
Wait for words…
An exhalation.

Image credit – peninsula doctor

Published by William Altoft

Writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol. View all posts by William Altoft

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