Little OwlA Poem by Black Cat FeverA child's poem.She is a soft fluffy owl
all white and brown feathers that sits outside my window I hear her soft whoots in the depths of night beneath the moon's glow Little owl there in the tree watching for tiny mice scurrying about below I hear her whoots deep into the night even in winter snows © 2012 Black Cat FeverAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on March 31, 2012 Last Updated on March 31, 2012 AuthorBlack Cat FeverSumptner, ORAboutI live in a world of snow. It never ends until I visit the city, hundreds of miles away. I try to be creative in my writings and appreciate the creative ability in others. I'm not a critic. If I l.. more..Writing
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