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The bird called out yet another night,
changing my curiosity to fright.
Was there a message in his calling for me?
A bad omen, this cannot be.
Now I wait and stress all day,
wishing this bird would just go away.
I pull dusty books from the shelf,
hoping for answers to calm myself.
Another night comes, the bird keeps calling.
Searching the dark woods, I keep falling.
This messenger I cannot find,
now reserving a spot in my mind.
Madness overpowers my brain,
thinking of this bird I must refrain.
But there must be a reason,
for his presence in this season.
Must I assume this message is bad,
why would I think this bird sounds mad?
So much thought for just a bird call,
after all, it is just a bird call.
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Owl contains All Medicine. It is always calling to us. The only thing ominous is trying not to hear it, for it is always there to help.