The blue house at the corner
Of twilight instinct
Four stories floor in Terrence
Floors of wood parquet
And now so many owls
Snowy, horned and screech
Thousands of owls
All flapping their wings
How I love the marble staircase
The claw footed tubs
The room of rare orchids
The gla** hall for my guns
Statue the pharaohs
20 feet tall
Crystal chandeliers
Rare paintings of clowns
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But we have so many owls
I’m never alone
The owls make this blue house
A home
How peaceful it is
To watch them soar
Through the palm tree ballroom
With its gold panel doors
And as I sit by the fire
And slip off my boots
They purge all harpoons
And the stuffed heads of moose
The apothecary closet
Is like my shelves
But deeper than expected
And slammed it as well
How long have I been here?
Searching for my pills
As the ceiling grows upward
And the walls start to swell
Oh the owls, the owls
With their feathers of silk
The owls, they mock me
And have stolen my pills
But the owls, the owls
With their shiny green eyes
The owls, they will save me
If not today, then tonight