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Midnight and the church clock chimes

     And owls and bats are out.

Midnight and the moon shines bright

     But there’s no-one much about.

 

Midnight and, far from our towns,

     You’ll find a world that’s still –

And yet, you’ll hear a distant cry,

      A voice that’s loud and shrill.

 

Someone’s hunting food tonight,

     Beneath that silvery moon.

It’s a bird who will be fast asleep

    When we eat lunch at noon.

 

On silken wings the owl glides past.

     She hunts through darkest night

And seeks out prey with her sharp eyes,

      Who’ll hurry home in fright.

 

Midnight and she sails the skies -

     Well camouflaged is she -

And, having caught her evening meal,

       She’ll head back to her tree.

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