Content of: The Owl
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12/27/19 at 11:38PM
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Poetry
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The Owl calls in the dead of night.
Calls once more then takes flight,
on wings of feathers so soft,
flying to a different tree loft.
The Owl calls in the dead of night.
Calls once more then takes flight,
on wings of feathers so soft,
flying to a different tree loft.