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The Owl (a poem from my childhood)
The Owl flies through the night,
Without fear, without fright.
If it had one fear, I think it would be,
The threat of losing its' home. Its' tree.
The Owl flies through the night,
Looking for something to eat.
A mouse, perhaps?
A tasty treat.
Without fear, without fright.
If it had one fear, I think it would be,
The threat of losing its' home. Its' tree.
The Owl flies through the night,
Looking for something to eat.
A mouse, perhaps?
A tasty treat.
Published 8th Mar 2012
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8th Mar 2012 8:17am
8th Mar 2012 9:24am
This is a lot better than what I've seen fully grown adults shovel out. You've got to start somewhere after all.
