Nocturnal creature

of ebony night,

do you ever

miss daylight?

When we are sleeping,

you're wide awake.

When we rise, you sleep,

come each daybreak.

What mysteries of dark

hold your rapt attention?

That you view sunshine

with such apprehension?

What fear have you

that sets you apart?

That causes you slumber

before day's start?

By evening's moon

your ready to prowl,

on the backwards schedual

of a wise old owl.

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