The Owls

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"Among the black yews, their shelter,

the owls are ranged in a row,

like alien deities, the glow

of their red eyes pierces. They ponder.

They perch there without moving,

till that melancholy moment when quenching the falling sun,

the shadows are growing."

Charles Baudelaire

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