Golden Owl

A rare bird with feathers of gold,

Soars high above, never grows old.

Its melody, a song of the sky,

So pure and sweet, it touches the heart, oh my!

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Its flight so graceful, so light and free,

A symbol of freedom, a beauty to see.

Its rarity, a mystery untold,

A rare bird with feathers of gold.

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It dances among the clouds with glee,

With a voice that echoes endlessly.

Its presence, a gift from above,

A rare bird with feathers of love.

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So cherish this beauty, so rare and bright,

A creature that brings joy with its flight.

A rare bird with feathers of gold,

A treasure to behold.