***the Owl***
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The wind whispered natures breath calm, soothing
The still trees silently grasping mother earth
Caressing the breeze with their soft beckoning leaves
Old moon looks on beaming his face with the usual mirth
Nightfall fills with darkness that sleeping never sees
Wake up calls triggers the wise old owl the master of the night
His see thru eyes scanning the well worn food trails
Free fall wings no beat talons gasp prey no time for fright
Since time began the skilled killing machine never fails
Athena the Goddess of wisdom chose the owl to rest on her arm
She knew this creature was blessed with extreme night sight
A fitting emblem for wisdom the owl cool collective and calm
Indeed again truly the hunting master of the night
Gods wisdom bestowed for nature to survive
Talons for a forest shopping basket
To live life's purpose and truly stay alive
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