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The Owl<\/p>\n
When cats run home and light is come,<\/em> When merry milkmaids click the latch,<\/em> -Alfred Lord Tennyson<\/p>\n Another rainy day and another of my knick knacks. I think this one also came from Indian Market in Santa Fe. Owl poems for some reason seem to be terribly long. But I finally found one that I like that wasn’t too long and by someone I had actually heard of before.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Owl When cats run home and light is come, \u00a0\u00a0And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, \u00a0\u00a0And the whirring sail goes round, \u00a0\u00a0And the whirring sail goes round, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Alone and warming his five wits, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, \u00a0\u00a0And … Continue reading Day 75 – Owl<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,29,9,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-autumn","category-birds","category-still-life"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1137"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1138,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1137\/revisions\/1138"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0\u00a0And dew is cold upon the ground,<\/em>
\nAnd the far-off stream is dumb,<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0And the whirring sail goes round,<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0And the whirring sail goes round,<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Alone and warming his five wits,<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The white owl in the belfry sits.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n\u00a0\u00a0And rarely smells the new-mown hay,<\/em>
\nAnd the cock hath sung beneath the thatch<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0Twice or thrice his roundelay,<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0Twice or thrice his roundelay;<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Alone and warming his five wits,<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The white owl in the belfry sits.<\/em><\/p>\n