Owl Story- an attempt at humour

I hear the loud call

the night hides his silver beak

the breeze whips my hair

I know he rustles his wings

we were once fine friends

now he lurks in the shadows

Leaves me heartbroken

I will get you a mouse, Bird

Come back and play with the Cat

~AJ

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