Are always nice to hear
Late at night when all is quiet
The shining eyes of the deer
Out in the fields when headlights shine
They see the mechanical monster move
Headlights are the eyes to them
They surely dissaprove
Yet the hoot owls remain on their branch
Peeping with their yellow eyes
Making their gentle hooting noises
Appearing to look so wise
Not a summer has gone by without them
They are kind of like friends who are aloof
In later times they have been seen
Resting on my barn roof
They are welcome to what I have
As long as they keep coming around
Hoot owls that live near my farm
I look forward to hearing their sound
~Moses~
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