Snowy white against the green
Reflections in the waters, beam

She waits upon a fallen tree
For moon to call and set her free

When sunset shadows into night
And she, at last, can take her flight

Tis when her fantasy begins to play
And you become her evening prey

She’ll mesmerize with glowing eyes
And captivate with illusive guise

When her reflection in the water beams
The owl is not always what she seems

 

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