A Thing Forgotten

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Title:     A Thing Forgotten
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

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?

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Thing Forgotten

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