Poem featuring a forest owl, a deer and a skunk.
In the nighty cold night,
where the willy willow might,
there lives an owl,
not beast nor fowl.
His yellow eyes are searching,
For insects that are lurking,
when suddenly appears the deer,
who is dignant enough to appear.
The owl hoots for the skunk arrives,
Caring not for the merry bee-hives.
The bees are crafting their gold alright,
Lighting the gloom of a nighty cold night.
cute 
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