Sky Catcher
I hear a little red robin,
she sings a happy tune.
I see a proud hoot owl,
she flies high by the glow of the moon.
I see a nesting snow white dove,
She's priming her soft feathery breast.
I see the old gray alley cat,
And she's put them all to rest.
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