An Owl That Is Secretly a Bear
Swooping feathers soft and bright
hiding faces in the night
Softly swooping the owl has risen
attacking small creatures with perfect precision
But hark!What's this? It's beady stare
is no belonging to... a bear?
How strange! What magic! Oh what fun...
But I think my bird watching club should run
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