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The Owl

 The path was purple in the dusk.
I saw an owl, perched, on a branch.
And when the owl stirred, a fine dust fell from its wings.
I was silent then.
And felt the owl quaver.
And at dawn, waking, the path was green in the May light.

by Ted Hughes
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