The Owl

It was dusk, almost night
When i saw a tree in sight.
I sat below it to wait for dark,
I lay my back against the bark.

"Owl, owl, in the tree,
why are you looking down at me?
The sun is sitting in the sky,
I thought the night was when you fly?"

"True, true," the owl said,
as he whirled around his head.
"But the night is almost here,
Shouldn't sleep for you be near?"

"I am staying up tonight,
Till I see the morning light.
I am rebelling, owl, you see,
Because my parents anger me."

"My night your day, your day my night,
you in bed, and I in flight!
But we our parents both betray,
For I have just stayed up all day!"

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