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Night Owl
The owls are back, they talk in the night I try to discern their language of flight There's much there to learn if I could interpret But my mind is earthbound, much as I might work it Some feathers sing and some cry out loud But the owls are selective, they don't like a crowd They talk to each other in a voice I would capture If I could but learn the language of raptor Still my mind is earthbound and lacking insight I admire and ponder this language of flight I've never seen them, my vision is dim They leave me, believe me, out on a limb The dogs complain, they don't like them much But their visit is short and then back to their clutch There's a rabbit that lives here, under the shed But he's keeping quiet, and keeping his head The black cat is blending somewhere in the night He knows his survival depends on his sight And I lie bedridden, depending on sleep My flight not so fancy as that of the sweep
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