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Who?

Perched high in the trees, the owl,
Lord of Mystery, looks downard for
An unsuspecting midnight snack.
Ignorant of its fate, the mouse
Nibbles on a fallen berry.

Just as mysterious,
Alluring but unknown,
No one ever sees you coming,
Even when they know you're there.

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