Grey owlets whooping in the very day
& in the trees that did their shadows fling
Close to the door the noisey crows in spring
Woud build their nests unscard when she was bye
& tho they saw her never car’d to flye
& some like kites high overhead woud watch
Tho she’d no chickens in her yard to catch
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Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd
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