An Owl Song by a Ten Year Old Naturalist  

 

My cute, nocturnal feathered fay

            Are you going the dodo way?

            Your weary wings screech for barns

            No rodents, no marshlands

            Mother Nature’s wondrous gift

            Homeless, jobless on wings adrift

            This nesting box is a gift from me

            Give me owlets I want to see

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