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A Cry in the Night

You wake me nearly every night with your incessant guttural cries. Tell me what’s wrong and how is it the spotted owl is so wise. I think you wake me on purpose, you eerily laugh at my expense. I say stop this ridicule, stop this high pitched shrieking nonsense. Anyway who cares about some ruffled wide-eyed morepork that’s frightened by the light. Who eats things like rats and mice on dark starry moonlit nights. The native Maori call you ruru, it’s true I smiled when I heard. You don’t have coloured feathers - a poor excuse for a bird. So go and trouble someone else, find another place to hide. And forgive me like I forgive you, let’s both swallow our pride. Written: 1991 ——— Moreporks are native New Zealand owls.

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Date: 1/14/2022 10:16:00 AM
Great poem and very entertaining. I Have heard owls in the trees in our garden, but have only ever seen one, ever so cute during the day at our last visit to the Kruger National sitting in a tree outside our little bungalow we rented for 5 days. We heard it often during the time we were there. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
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Date: 1/14/2022 7:31:00 AM
Nice to learn about the Morepork. I do know about the spotted owl that is protected since I lived around them. Here I have the nightingale the sings all night by my window.
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