dailymeower: Where the daylight peeps thro’ like the glint of the Moon,
And the branches are rustling a murmurous rune,
The Owls sit in council, like prophets of Fate,
Discussing grave questions of Kingdom and State.
They wink and they blink, and they blink and they wink,
Till midnight grows black and commands them to flit
With a “Shoo! To-whoo!” and a “Whirr! Tu-whit!”
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And the branches are rustling a murmurous rune,
The Owls sit in council, like prophets of Fate,
Discussing grave questions of Kingdom and State.
They wink and they blink, and they blink and they wink,
Till midnight grows black and commands them to flit
With a “Shoo! To-whoo!” and a “Whirr! Tu-whit!”