Don't you be that kind of barn owl!
Hooting at the reach of your lungs, stationary in the floodlight -
Who are you, really?
You smile as you open doors for strangers,
And glare as you saunter past friends -
Don't you be that kind of barn owl!
You unpack your heart like a whore one day,
The next, stand silent like a stone -
Who are you, really?
You let your barbs fly free, snap and twist,
Without regard for where or how they may land -
Don't you be that kind of barn owl!
How can you bubble over and curtsy in the streets
On your way home to sit still and blank in the dark?
Who are you, really?
Finding no resolution in your contradictions,
I'm not sure which version to believe.
Don't you be that kind of barn owl!
Who are you, really?
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