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May 2015
i like to watch the owl with his great big eyes
flying through the night gently has he flies
in the dead of night searching for his prey
then a deadly swoop to take his prey away.

held between his talons with a grip so tight
then onto his nest to fill his appetite
such a lovely creature a hunter of the night
very very wise and very very bright.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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