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Of mice, owls and moonflowers
I The seeds ... so many to gather. A place ... to hide them from others. This burrow of oak leaves will do. The moon ... sleeps behind clouds. I'm safe, among brown folios of litter, my camouflage, swarthy as night. Be still, O sly, treacherous pulse! Quick hide ... with this big blackish seed. Stealth swoop of wide wings, Ah ... No ... II In the old leaf littered burrow, beneath mute moonbeams and showers, rest the seeds of moonflowers. They grow. © Kare Enga Catalogue number: [162.243] 2005 juli 7 Author's notes: This was written quickly! in a response to Earl Anderson's challenge to look at owls from the mouse's perspective! Been edited since. By-the-way, moonflowers (Calonyction aculeatum or Ipomoea var.) are related to morning glories. They have huge white fragrant flowers that bloom at night, hence the name. I've grown them.
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