The Black Owl
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With the arrival of the dark night
Saw I the black owl
Squeaking in a harsher voice
The black owl
Speckled and freckled
Even though a bird
Fluttering and flying
Sometimes seated on a wire,
Sometimes perched on the boughs,
I do not know it
But have heard the people saying
The black is not good,
As some take it for an ominous one
But it is a bird and its variety.
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