I've heard it's mating season.
For our hoot owls a reason...
Checking out the goods
In this corner of the woods,
And trees where presumably she's on!
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I hear them around the same time,
As I do my morning rhyme....
First one then two
Brief hullabaloo,
The same sequence each time!
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It's three-thirty by my clock,
They've gone away (voices stopped)....
Till tomorrow night
When their flight,
Brings them back to this part of the block!
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Jonathan Caswell
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