Wednesday, 4 December 2013


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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