I spied on the top of an oak tree
A majestic hawk owl that eyed me
His eyes were wise and his tail was long
But his ghostly hoot didn't sound like a song
Oh he looked so proud.
And his hoot was loud.
He looked at me as if I was a mouse
That made me want to run to my house
But I stood there and looked into
His eyes
The stripes on his body made him so hard to see.
Against the brown bark of the oak tree.
I wanted to go home but I knew it wasn't right
And also it would give my mom such a fright.
So I walked away knowing that I would
Never forget this moment as long as I live
For now I know how much nature can give.
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