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The Horned Owl
The Great Horned Owl sits on his branch
Surveys the land around
Searching for some prey to eat
He knows they do abound
His head turns near full circle
His stomach needs to fill
Has to see a movement
Misses any that stay still
A Hare looks out but does not see
The threat up in the tree
Leaves the shelter of the bush
Was a better place to be
He crosses the wide open ground
To where he starts to feed
The Horned Owl glides without a sound
A beat increases speed
Talons reaching for the strike
Still has not been seen
Time is up for this poor Hare
Whose vision was not keen
The Owl will feed his family
Has plenty for some days
Nature always has a say
In who leaves and then who stays
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