The owl whistles n the summer night's dream,
The owl is awake when the sun does not gleam.
Hoo, hoo the owl is calling for you
To sing you its song, and for you to sing along.
When the wind blows slow, is when you will know,
The owl will come to you, and you will ask it something new
But it will only respond with the same answer; who?
For that who is you, for you are the who,
That the owl once knew,
And that the owl willforever and always come to.
Becasuse in the end,
The answer will always be the who that was one, you
The Owl Anne Shaw 8-1 Poem
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