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“Twit twoo”

“Twit twoo”

“Twit twoo”
I looked around as I heard a familiar sound
and there right infront of me perched on the grassy ground
was the most beautiful barn owl I had ever seen
and I see alot of them flying thru the countryside betwixt and between

“Twit twoo”
My feathered friend called out again
I dared not move a muscle as it was fluttering now and then
I had never seen such a sensational sight so close
The uniqueness of his silhouette stood out in the shadows

His entire neck rotated around 
silently yet subtly as it twisted and unwound
Wow what a blessing and a sheer delight
as I was wandering through the woodlands on a wonderful night

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Greg Etsell

i love owls every moning when go 
out walking i may hear one so 
i say good morning mr owl 
then he say who and said who
and he say who i said i thougth
thats what you say its funny
one morning 2 of them were
talking back and forth so i said who
and one flys over my heard and say who
i like ok i will stop  

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Jill Tait

Well We have both barn &tawnies born on our farm every year & they bothoutside my bedroom window every night again so I adore owls they my favourite creatures xxx

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