My Mother Was A Great Advocate Of

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

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.

Night Is Done, Gone The Moon, Gone The Stars From The Skies. Fades The Black Of Night Comes The Morn With Rosy Light. Fold Your Wings, Go To Sleep, Rest Your Gizzards, Safe You'll Be For The Day. Glaux Is Nigh. Far Away Is First Black, But It Shall Seep 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.

Our Lives Are Just Spectacles. We Are Like Dolls, In A Sense, To Be Observed And Played With - Often With Cruel And Deceitful Intentions - In An Unreal World.

To Find One's Special Quality One Must Lead A Life Of Deep Humility. To Serve In This Way Never Question But Obey Is The Blessing Of St Aggie's Charity. - The Owls Of St. Aegolius