Interpreting happiness

Tongues flutter to call  round-eyed owl
To our son’s wedding to their daughter.
Tongues do not break  words half a way.
Owl is constant interpreter of happiness.

Owl is hierophant of what happiness is,
A way female tongues move to and fro,
Not of a kind who sits on gnarled tree
But  fixed taxidermy in the dead shelf.

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