Night Owl
Sitting by her open window
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe
A perfect poem she sought
With a curious eye
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try
Every now and then
He will visit her forevermore
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor
Within the full moonlight
Mysterious, nocturnal bird
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word
Which I cannot understand
I am lonely, I must confess
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess
So, please sing me another tune
A messenger of death
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh
Was this warning meant for me?
My soul was projected
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected
Not the silhouette of an owl!
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