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PROWL OWL(Jack)You usually hear him across a lakeLike the moan of a distant loon,But then, in a moment, his shadow will breakThe white face of the moon.Before he’s really left the skyYou hear him blow his beakUnder a nearby pine. His cryPlays games of hide and seek.Wherever you think his shadow may beIt’s hidden behind your back:Jack lurks about, too dark to seeWhen the green of the trees is black
Various Owls, Tomi Ungerer
PROWL OWL
(Jack)


You usually hear him across a lake
Like the moan of a distant loon,
But then, in a moment, his shadow will break
The white face of the moon.
Before he’s really left the sky
You hear him blow his beak
Under a nearby pine. His cry
Plays games of hide and seek.
Wherever you think his shadow may be
It’s hidden behind your back:
Jack lurks about, too dark to see
When the green of the trees is black

Various Owls, Tomi Ungerer