Visiting the country by chance
I happened to stroll out after dusk.
I found a handy woodsy bench,
Sat to smoke a briar pipe
And to think long thoughts.
A braggadocio owl took me by surprise
As I caught her brief triumphal call—
A pithy aria from this Queen of Night—
Eulogizing some hapless rodent.
I sat back and watched the stars revolve.
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