Nature's Way
"AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH"
Hoots from hungry owls' echo through the valleys
With the morning sun half awake
A bran new day opens eyes
Surviving through another night
Chipmunks, squirrels, possums, and hare
Play joyfully- until the sun sinks...
And the owl hoots again
One less hare- but three new baby kits
Jump out from their nest, next morn!
With the mist just about to ride high again
SWOOP! Breakfast at Tiffany's...for Mr. Owl
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Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2023
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