THE OWL
Mysterious messenger of Goddess
fair,
Slipping on silent wings through
air.
Hidden by night's dark, velvety
cloak,
He sleeps through the day in
ancient oak.
Master of mysteries, seeker
of untruth,
Feared by many, he is forsooth,
A faithful friend, a fierce
foe.
For owl sees all, wherever
you go.
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