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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm the darkest creature of the night, watching over marshes; crickets fear me, making themselves invisible in grasslands. I am harmless, merely an owl courting sister moon so lonely; I take the nests of other birds that were devastated by squalls. My enemies are the despicable bats that flap so vigorously. I don't move, perched on a branch, I show them my claws... they are a sure threat to make them move to another spot; if they return, I'll fight to death until they decide to depart. I am the scariest creature of the night, furred in black and gray; this king of the wastelands, forests and plains is undefeatable; although during the day, I hide in the hallowed trunk of an oak, eagles constantly fly by unable to snatch me and be their prey. Daytime keeps me from the outside world, and like bats I sleep; many other creatures smaller than I crawl in bushes and shrubs... such are lizards chased by snakes, but their speed is incredible. Only in winter I am lethargic, in spring I hear frogs that croak; of all the nocturnal fowls, I crave shadows in which frogs leap; I can't befriend creature or man, only ants that gather crumbs. I live in a bleak kingdom of moonbeams, of spells, of human sacrifices; it's the mysterious realm of witches, wizards, harlots and spirits; Lucifer is worshipped with bloody rites, virgins are slaughtered: above God weeps unable to stop such a satanic madness! No one hears the screams of death deep in the blazing woods, they continue under my very glance, I alone seem powerless! Were I a godly man, no cruelty would be done on this ground; angels would be my allies, we'll defeat this wickedness with swords! God made me an owl to stare and gleam through darkness; if I started cooing, daft souls doing evil would come to their senses! Entered in Eve Roper's contest, " Owl Personification Form " Written on 2/7/2016
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