The owl returns when dawn arrives,

    Its hooting voice still shrill,

As sun’s bright rays light up the sky

    Behind the distant hill.


The wind’s refreshing breath removes

     Night’s mantel from the sky

And leaves a world, both bright and clear

      To warm the watchful eye.


The cockerel calls to welcome in

     This new and glorious morn

And it seems the world of nature’s glad

     That this new day’s been born.


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By Josie Whitehead

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