NIGHT OWL

As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl, who didn't sleep a wink
" What time do you have" asked the owl
" It's a quarter to nine"
Said the tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on my hunting spree" the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from the old oak tree
"Oh my, I'm running late"
exclaimed the field mouse,
As he looked at his watch
while hurrying to get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!
(Joseph May)

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Motiv	2.4 × 1.3 cm, Aquarell
Papier	300g Aquarellpapier
Format	20 × 20 cm

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