I looked outside the window,
and there were owls.
Five of them.
About a foot tall.
Maybe eight inches.
Little things.
Big round yellow eyes.
Brown and black feathers.
All sitting in the tree,
and looking back at me.
I don’t know where they came from,
or where they went,
but for one moment,
I had owls as pets.
Poetry
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Owls are amazing creatures. They coo you to sleep at night or watch you during the day in treetops. Love this piece.