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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