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The day was cool the night was frigid.
Water in the creek was downright ridged.
The sleepy owl, eyes open just a smidgen.
Hunkered down where the limbs started bridgen.
He yawns a little, his big curved beak.
Dreams of fat mice as away they streak,
Pounding tracks, with their big flat feet.
That makes them juicy and fun to eat.

In a big oak tree not too far a way.
A crow sees the owl, and decides to play.

Oh owl, cries the crow, his very best manner.
They tell me you, owl, are mad as a hatter.
Owl opens one eye and looks over at crow.
Takes one to know one, so you should know.
Owl turns his back not wishing to engage.
Crow sees no humor, nothing but rage.
Owl says, no problems, let's not dally here.
Come on down to Joe's I'll buy you a beer.

On the way.

Owl and Crow two chunky, folks.
Shot in the air with plenty of strokes.
With lots of effort, a semblance to brawn.
A circle they make, then off, toward the dawn.
Follow me says Crow with a wink of the eye.
I know the best way, as a crow would fly.
Owl agreed, sure, that would be cool.
Owl's momma, did not, raise a fool.

Crow was a tough guy, a rounder, of sorts.
Up behind you and pull up your shorts.
Floppy cap pulled down over monster shades,
Shinny black jacket, as was all the rage.
He had a few tricks tucked here and there.
To hear about them would raise your hair.
Owl knew of Crow, and thought that it best,
Not to anger the fellow, and their truce test.
He flew along while keeping in mind.
At Joe's place, he better watch his behind.

Just in time

It was just past dawn when the pair arrived.
The timing, Owl thought was a bit contrived.
Oh no, cries Crow it just happened that way,
Just ask my friends, and see what they say.
Owl looked around and squinted one eye,
Looking for those who might be on the sly.
All seemed to be in order, just the usual scum.
Owl back to the wall said, "make mine a tall one".

Joe looked at owl and said do I remember you?
Say you are not that guy that does Kung Fu!
Come here, and let me look at your map.
Let me see if you are friend, or foe, or sap.
Owl bent forward he had done it for years.
Joe was a bat, with really big ears.
Owl, said Joe with his attempt at a grin.
Haven't heard you since, I don't know when.
Welcome my friend, belly up to the bar.
Since we had last met, I have journeyed afar.

Friends meet

Crow, had vanished, when once through the door.
Now materialized, as though he had done it before.
Bat echoes, "Crow, I thought that was you".
Cookie in the kitchen has just made grub stew.
Eat hearty my friend, and rest from your flight.
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