Into the Moonlight
Noel Laflin
12-24-18
On the night before Christmas, when all
through the park,
Not a creature will stir, not even a
lark.
But out of his tree, this fellow will
streak,
Into the moonlight – with hardly a
shriek.
So, watch out St. Nick, you jolly old
elf,
As owls can be silent, masters of
stealth.
They love to give chase to others who
fly,
And snatch tiny reindeer right out of
the sky.
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