A bewildered Owl once came to me
with face wrinkled and eyes curiously aglow,
with a stern look he stood on my knee.
"Oh! human from whom diverse knowledge doth flow"
Said he. "Why art thou terrified by my kind?"
In homes, in Market squares, I am not wanted.
You allege that I practice malevolent arts,
so do you allege against Bats and tamed Cats.
But you know just as well as I do
that the brains of Owls are in knowledge limited
to practice such arts. Thus you may never find
an Owl who can do more than just coo,
hunt by night, and to many destinations fly.
The art of witchcraft and sorcery is much too high
to comprehend for our own very realm
of thinking devoid of any wicked term.
However, for all your baseless allegations,
the art is nothing more than part of your diverse
skill, put into practice to torment and reverse
men's coveted fortunes to dire conditions.

------- Author's Notes -------

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