The Hunt
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Barry Middleton
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the owl is watching me
he knows I cannot sleep
he calls into the hush
where silent shadows creep
I will not answer him
at least not on this night
for just before the dawn
he slips away from sight
with that the midnight owl
will find his hiding place
I'm granted one more day
the moon will set the pace
but owls always return
and I take no affront
this is not personal
the owl was born to hunt
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