Flutter Like A Hummingbird, Dive Like An

Glad To Eat Ya', I Mean Meet Ya'" - Digger

What Is A Fleecy As A Cloud, As Majestic And Shimmering As The Breaking Dawn, As Gorgeous As The Sun The Sun Is Strong? Why, It's Me! Twilight, The Great Gray, Tiger Of The Sky --- Light Of The Night, Most Beautiful, An Avian Delight. I Beam --- I Gleam --- I'm A Livin' Flying Dream. Watch Me Roll Off This Cloud And Pop On Back. This Is Flying. I Ain't No Hack.

We Are The Owls Of The Weather Chaw. We Take It Blistering, We Take It All. Roiling Boiling Gusts, We're The Owls With The Guts. For Blizzards Our Gizzards Dr Tremble With Joy. An Ice Storm, A Gale, How We Love Blinding Hail. We Fly Forward And Backward, Upside Down And Flat. Do We Flinch? Do We Wail? Do We Skitter Or Scutter? No, We Yarp One More Pellet And Fly Straight For The Gutter! Do We Screech? Do We Scream? Do We Gurgle? Take Pause? Not On Your Life! For We Are The Best Of The Best Of The Chaws!

Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. With Its Fur And Teeth And Bones And One Or Two Stones, Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. We Shall Dissect Every Pellet With Glee. Perhaps We'll Find A Rodents Knee. And Never Shall We Tire In The Sacred Task That We Conspire, No Do Our Work Less Perfectly And Those Bright Flecks At The Core, Which Makes Our Hearts Soar, Shall Forever Remain The Deepest Mystery. - The Owlets In The Pelletorium At St. Aegolius

The Tail Of The Comet Slashed The Dawn And In The Red Light Of The Rising Sun, For A Brief Instant, It Seemed As If The Comet Was Bleeding Across The Sky.