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Its silvery eyes full of blazing moon, Its stare as cold as death in brilliant glow, With sense sharply horned of familiar tune Of scared preys hushly scurrying below. With stealthy talons perched on silver bough, Rotating head do help view all round; Then by mysterious commands to strike now A rat in mouth dangle without a sound. This night is there to stalk and terminate; Its mission to **** get the ruffians off. As though allowed on terms to live to mate Under rooftops, barns, it soldiered aloof. You hear it hoot, hooting shadows at night, O'er fields beyond the moon's silvery light.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
The Owl; Sonnet #5
Its silvery eyes full of blazing moon, Its stare as cold as death in brilliant glow, With sense sharply horned of familiar tune Of scared preys hushly scurrying below. With stealthy talons perched on silver bough, Rotating head do help view all round; Then by mysterious commands to strike now A rat in mouth dangle without a sound. This night is there to stalk and terminate; Its mission to **** get the ruffians off. As though allowed on terms to live to mate Under rooftops, barns, it soldiered aloof. You hear it hoot, hooting shadows at night, O'er fields beyond the moon's silvery light.
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60/M/New Malaysia
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
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