Boy's Night Out
Through the veil of darkness, hear the screech of the owl drag.
Its lonely voice hangs on grand daddy gray beard, sliding down.
Borne on mist, it steals across the swamp to higher ground,
silent as a crawling snail, into the cub Scout’s sleeping bag.
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