rejectomorph (
rejectomorph) wrote2001-10-28 04:33 am
Hooters
A pleasant dampness pervades the night, and in its dense quiet I hear only the sound of two owls hooting. Their resonant voices drifting from the dark pines complement the melancholy atmosphere under this pearly grey sky.
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But then I read it.
Thank God it was about owls...the OTHER hooters.
:P