There once was an owl who howled
“Who’s there? Who’s there?”
“It’s your mother, you feather head!” came the reply.
“Catch us if you can,” came others, “we’re your supper,”
and everyone ran off in different directions at once,
for this was an owl who needed glasses, and whose
mother was still feeding him.
Photo by Bethanyk, obtained during my re-blog of her Wise Being of the Night
delightful.. heh
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Just wanted to get it out of me so I could go on!
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No owl picture?
I loved this ! Wonderful
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Thank you! I saw that owl photo was borrowed by you from someone else so I decided it wasn’t really necessary.
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It is???
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Well, I went and tried it. I’ll see if the ceiling falls in. It was reblogged by me from your Wuse Being of the Night.
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I took the owl photo myself.
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A mix-up in my interpretation, then. Okay to use it? Seems perfect.
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Ofcourse!!!
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Thank you.
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I have had seizure on the brain all day so it is a great possibility that I made no sense in whatever I said. I’m sorry! Please use the owl picture for your post. I would love that!!!!
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I wouldn’t have re-blogged you if you’d made no sense. Thank you!
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