White owl is not gloomy;
Black bat is not sad.
It is only that each has forgotten
Something he used to remember:
Black bat goes searching . . . searching . . .
White owl says over and over
Who? What? Where?
A Thing Forgotten
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: remember, sad, gloomy, white, black, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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