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Aug 2017
See the owl in swift silent flight,
Surfing the darkness of the night,
In control of its black domain,
Its prey killed quick, no time for pain.

Don’t be outraged when its victim dies;
The owl’s not a mugger of the skies,
No malice shown when it hunts for meat,
It leaves alone what it cannot eat!
Clive Blake
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Clive Blake  67/M/Cornwall UK
(67/M/Cornwall UK)   
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