A flat five, the coldest night
and in the black beyond
the house, three owls.
Is there a reward
for hope?
Or is necessity
a mother?
I do like the answer,
here, have an owl,
have owls, have
stars, have cold air
to see your breath,
it’s not much
but it is everything.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is lovely, and I love the way the speaker comes into it – mid-poem, a casual theatre-goer admiring the way the effect is achieved.
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Thank you for your kind words — if you replace theatre-goer with poet, a fairly apt description of my usual writing process :p
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I think those last two lines are the perfect short review of any book of poems–“It’s not much. But it’s everything.” Great work.
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Thanks, Jeff!
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Quite lovely.
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Thank you!
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thanks!
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This is beautiful. You described the night in a very different way. I like your perspective. Great writing 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words!
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natch-ending
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