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Quiet Hunter

High up in a tree
Sitting on a limb
The owl watched the sea
As the sun grew dim.

Walking passed the forest line
A fox came out.
The owl stayed hidden from the shine
Of the moon that was starting to sprout.

The red devil sniffed the ground
Searching for its next prey.
The owl took off without a sound
Leaving the fox in the grey.

It landed on the sand
Away from the devil fox.
It stood and planned
About what it would to to the hawks.



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