The weather was foul
When we saw an owl
Outside upon a light.
He stood watching us
While we excitedly fussed -
It wasn't even night!
With wide amber eyes
Looking so calm and wise
Mr. Owl kept us in his sight.
His picture we took
While he impassively looked -
It seemed nothing gave him a fright.
Next morning the light was bare
Our feathered visitor no longer there -
In the night Mr. Owl took flight.
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