A Spark Can Become A Flame, A

A Legend, Kludd, Is A Story That You Begin To Feel In Your Gizzard And Then Over Time It Becomes True In Your Heart. And Perhaps Makes You Become A Better Owl.

Come To Us And Quackle And Quank. Relieve Us Of Our Stirrings With Your Fangs So Sharp And Bright Take This Blood That's Always Purring. Through Our Hollow Bones It Flows To Each Feather And Downy Fluff. Quell The Terrible, Horrid Urge That So Often Prinkles Us, Still Our Dreams, Make Slow Our Thoughts Let Tranquillity Flood Our Veins. Come To Us And Drink Your Fill So We Might End Our Pains. - The Owls At St. Aegolius Calling To The Bats

Far Away If First Black, But It Shall Be Back Over Field Over Flower In The Twilight Hour. We Are Home In Our Tree. We Are Owls, We Are Free. As We Go, This We Know Glaux Is Nigh.

I Am Ashamed Of Anyone Who Has Eyes And Still Can't See.

What Are Emotions Exactly?' Lutta Asked. 'silly Feelings That Get In The Way Of Actions.