While I am sleeping
     He is hunting
          By the soft glowing moon
               Or the whispers of prey.

While I am playing
     He is sleeping
          On a pine branch up high
               Blending into the bark.

While I am camping
     He is discovered.
          I follow his call.
               A screaming eight hoot.

 

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