The little brown owl sits up in the Tree,
And if you look well
His big eyes you may see.
He says Whit a whoo, when the night grows dark,
And he hears the dogs
and the little foxes bark.
The Little Brown Owl
Clara Doty Bates
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Poem topics: dark, night, tree, brown, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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