Screech

There was a scratch 
Upon my window 

There were bats
Within my head

And then an owl appeared,
A vision 

It swallowed whole 
The cobwebbed bats

I watched it eat 
While it whistled 
A high pitched sound
A screech, oh man

It had the face
Of a lion
Goodness
I didn’t know 
That owls looked like that

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