“Heard ye the Owl
Hoot to her mate responsive? 'Twas not she
Whom, floating on white pinions near his barn,
The farmer views well-pleased, and bids his boy
Forbear her nest; but she who, cloth’d in robe
Of unobtrusive brown, regardless flies
Mouse-haunted corn-stacks and the thresher’s floor,
And prowls for plunder in the lonely wood.”
ASNAPPER.