I heard the hoot of an owl at night
and when I heard the sound
I followed the sound and saw his eyes.
They were yellow and round.
I blinked my eyes and looked again
but his eyes had fled.
The reason being though he still was there
he had completely turned his head.
I heard the hoot of the owl once more
and much to my surprise
before it flapped its wings to fly
I saw two yellow eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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