His giant eyes swallowed the night
He peered out his hollow tree
Then hopped out on a limb
His feathers shone forbodingly
His talons were long and cruelly curved
He dived and swooped after his prey
Then, with his sharp pointed beak
He swallowed the little mouse grey!
Then he settled back, very near sleep
He looked, then what did he do?
He stared back at me, then he
Said 'who who who who who who who?
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