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camo owl

Camo owl was not seen easily in the tree I sensed him there, with his brown eyes on me He made no sound, pretending he did not see The pretty fey faeries, who numbered three I finally focused my eyes on that owl, Whee He did no hooting, stayed silent in that tree What is the deal? Asked a faerie named Twee Why does the owl pretend not to see? I thought this was nervy from this little She But faeries are bold, and I mean sometimes terribly. I pretended I did not hear this faerie, Twee. So, she flitted off, far away from me.

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