Owls Owls Owls Owls and Owls
Aunt Leota gave me a snazzy dream catcher.
She is my husband’s aunt.
I love it! I told her.
Pretty soon I was getting owls for every birthday.
You cannot imagine the Christmas owls she found.
Owls saturate my house now; I have hundreds of them.
I was never fond of owls, I admitted to those who asked.
It was the dream catcher I was excited about.
I kept this to myself though, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
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