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My nocturnal friend
I have a companion, who visits each night
The time she first came was such a delight
She woke me up with her wonderful sound
I went to my terrace and looked all around
When I couldn’t see her, I thought maybe a ghost
Then I suddenly saw her up high on a post
She rotated her head on that glorious neck
And locked her sight on a faraway speck
On silent wings she took to the sky
I could feel the draught as she passed close by
I wasn’t sure which way she flew
And felt quite sad as she faded from view
Until, there in the starlight, she rose with a vole
To return to the forest and her nesting hole
Now, my nights would not be the same
If my strigiform friend never came
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