the beauty of the night

it spreads its wings as soon as the dark,
it is the beauty of the night
it flies around screeching for peoples attraction,
it shows its politness through its beauty,
but we the people scare it away,
its beauty remains behind the dawn
its eyes are the sun of the dawn
the bird itself is the owl

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