It was an owly night. I couldn’t sleep for the sounds of hooting and hissing and screeching right outside my bedroom window. But WHERE were they? I needed them to get rid of those pests.
Owls are not the only animals on nightshift.
Look what that destructive little bunny did to my front yard. I don’t know what he’s digging for. I suspect it’s the roots of those tiny dandelion-like flowers (weeds). He must have heard the owls, but these roots are so yummy (I guess), it’s worth the risk of becoming dinner himself.
He deposits some tiny raisins of fertilizer – a snack for Emma and Ruby – to show his appreciation for the midnight snack, but … those huge holes are everywhere.
Einstein and the junior professor are asleep at the switch. I guess that’s what happens when you stay up all hootin’ night.
The night was black until the moon
Lit up the darkness and the gloom,
“Soft lighting on our dinner plate,”
The old owl says, “It’s getting late.
Glide down with me. I’ll show you how
To catch this rabbit. Come! Right now!”
As Einstein swooped on silent wings
He thought, Tonight we’ll dine like kings.
The bunny leapt, he heard the whoosh,
As talons missed his ears and tush.
Into the hedge he slipped away
“I’ll eat those roots another day.”
“The holes I’ve dug will still be there
I’ve dug so many everywhere.
I know that Anne-li will be mad
And curse me out for being bad,
But everybody’s got to eat,
As long as I’m not Owl Meat.”