The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
Oh, what a lovely owl! Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smalles...
An owl is mostly air.
Perhaps he does not want to be friends with you until he knows what you are like. With owls, it is never easy-come-easy-go.