Putter round my kitchen

Stifling a morning yawn

I hear an owl's soft hoots

Not long before the dawn

Tiptoe to my window

But no light from new moon

Tilt my head and listen

More hoots a nighttime boon

Oh! I wish I could see

That hunter of dark night

An watch a slight glide

Maybe with dawn's first light?

But the night grows silent

No hoots to guide my sight

Glad I got up early

Heed owl hoots in dark night

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