Today, the taste of a nightshade's
Simple fingers eats up the owl,
Flesh and blood, to spare the vole -
To ensure the vole's survival
In the orbit of continuous cunning feats. survival and its problems. wonderful poem. tony
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Today, the taste of a nightshade's Simple fingers eats up the owl, Flesh and blood, to spare the vole - To ensure the vole's survival In the orbit of continuous cunning feats. survival and its problems. wonderful poem. tony