Dreams Weigh Nothing. - Marie Antoinette

We Are The Owls Of The Weather Chaw. We Take It Blistering, We Take It All. Roiling Boiling Gusts, We're The Owls With The Guts. For Blizzards Our Gizzards Dr Tremble With Joy. An Ice Storm, A Gale, How We Love Blinding Hail. We Fly Forward And Backward, Upside Down And Flat. Do We Flinch? Do We Wail? Do We Skitter Or Scutter? No, We Yarp One More Pellet And Fly Straight For The Gutter! Do We Screech? Do We Scream? Do We Gurgle? Take Pause? Not On Your Life! For We Are The Best Of The Best Of The Chaws!

Cycling, Cycling Forever Bear, Wolf, Caribou. When Had It All Started, Where Will It End? We Are All Part Of One, From Such Simple Beginnings And Yet All So Different. Yet One. One And Again.

Far Away If First Black, But It Shall Be Back Over Field Over Flower In The Twilight Hour. We Are Home In Our Tree. We Are Owls, We Are Free. As We Go, This We Know Glaux Is Nigh.

Glad To Eat Ya', I Mean Meet Ya'" - Digger

She Told Them Simply And Directly That The Meadow Was A Place Of Peace And Beauty, Where Indeed If One Came To It In A Quiet Manner, The Animals Would Not Be Disturbed; For There Are Lovely Birds, And Squirrels And Field Mice, And Sometimes Deer.