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Jun 2014
i like to watch the owl as he takes his flight
gently as he soars hunting through the night
flying through the air with elegance and grace
looking for his prey in his favourite place

swooping from the sky as he makes his catch
then back in to the air his prey he will dispatch
such a lovely bird flying wild and free
a hunter of the night and very wise is he.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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