The Talons Held Fast

The white-faced owl perched
On the cannon fifty years after
The fierce fighting ceased. The
Wind ruffled the owl’s feathers,
But the owl’s talons held fast,
Digging deeply into the rusted
Neck of the dead cannon.

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