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A Spark Can Become A Flame, A Flame A Fire.

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!

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.

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.

My Mother Was A Great Advocate Of Womens Rights, A Member Of The League Of Womens Voters And Lifelong Member Of Planned Parenthood And An Advocate Of A Womans Rights In Terms Of Reproductive Issues. She Was Also A Founding Member Of Common Cause In The State Of Indiana.