Cabildo Quarterly online: Two poems by James Koller

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You could see where the wings hit,

the prints they left in the soft snow, & the holes

where the claws thrust deep into the snow,

where the talons caught & held & killed.

He sat for many days on top of the pole,

looked asleep as he sat in the cold gray light,

strange to see, an owl by…