Simply, this is a poem about longing versus reality.
What is love but a shared smile,
an encouraging word,
What is night but the setting of the sun.
An owl perches on the ridge of the roof.
Wings puff; head nods.
He sees the small, furry things,
and they can’t see him,
so he laughs and laughs.
All is right in his world.
Let me enter that world.
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