... At the rim of the far-flung sky
Monday, December 20, 2010
A special treat in the garden today..
The owl is wary, the owl is wise.
He knows all the names of the stars in the skies.
He hoots and he toots and he lives by his wits,
but mostly he sits. . . (and he sits. . . and he sits).
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