Owl by Chris Butler

At the witches’ hour,
I howl with the owls,

with mating calls,
teasing the birds.

And when the moon shines fullest,
I holler at the wolves

with hollow yowls,

disturbing the neighbors

with insomniac
aching boredom.

Chris Butler

Chris Butler is an anorexic starving artist. His latest chapbook in his Poems of Pain series, Bummer, was recently published by Scars Publications. He is also the co-editor of The Beatnik Cowboy.


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