Owl Culture
Owl hooting cease now
The ears feast the dirge of night
One more rat is dead
Rat flesh shrinks tonight
Makes feast for tomorrow's barn
A new parliament
When the owl laments
The village waits bait in breath
So silence breathes peace
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