Hoot

Apart from the rest,
you flew
Owl on a perch,
perfect view
Staking your claim,
want not in vain
Ripe for the picking,
you knew

Time rears its head,
tick-tock
The voyages we planned,
landlocked
Formalities to unravel,
sugar or gravel
If wishes were fulfilled,
ad hoc

A desire that remains,
unquenched
The verdict is clear,
sentenced
Till you are in reach,
celebrations cease
Your joy in mine,
blended

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