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The Owl & The Mouse
In the still of the night,
under a full summer moon's light,
an owl sat proud on the branch of a tree.
The owls feathers were the color of the first winter snow.
Long grasses below swayed gently in the breeze.
Crickets chirped to the warmth of the air.
The trickle of water could be heard to the west.
The owl perked up.
Wings opened wide.
The owl took to the sky.
Silent and stealthy, the owl dove down.
A mouse on the ground ran for its life.
It ran fast through the grasses.
Got caught up on some rocks.
Talons came down as the mouse looked up.
The mouse didn't make it that hot summer night.
Such is the circle of life.
under a full summer moon's light,
an owl sat proud on the branch of a tree.
The owls feathers were the color of the first winter snow.
Long grasses below swayed gently in the breeze.
Crickets chirped to the warmth of the air.
The trickle of water could be heard to the west.
The owl perked up.
Wings opened wide.
The owl took to the sky.
Silent and stealthy, the owl dove down.
A mouse on the ground ran for its life.
It ran fast through the grasses.
Got caught up on some rocks.
Talons came down as the mouse looked up.
The mouse didn't make it that hot summer night.
Such is the circle of life.
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