In his hollow fern, nests the owl:
An innocent face with a permanent scowl.
Fearful of dawn, and cunning by dusk,
A wise screech whom none would trust!
Patiently, in his hollow, waits the owl.
An innocent face with a permanent scowl.
Fearful of dawn, and cunning by dusk,
A wise screech whom none would trust!
Patiently, in his hollow, waits the owl.
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