silent wings, scabberous claws

honesty is an owl
with two hundred and seventy
degree vision
dishonesty dwells
in the shadows behind
and still
the villagers coil
in the darkness
brandishing blades warily
knowing they cannot
trust another soul
afraid of the open spaces
of facing themselves
so secure in the cocoon
so carefully built
from a lifetime of lies
rats scurrying
avoiding the light reflected
from that
unblinking gaze

i cannot untangle
my own mind
enough to keep
my story straight
without added tales
that never occured
i fear no owl
silently gliding
through the trees
i fear the rats
with no clear intention
plague carriers
always gnawing
to keep
their teeth sharp
scampering forth
in daze of shouted
false injuries
encased in untruth

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