The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all the other birds sleep: towhee under leaves, titmouse deep in a twighouse, sapsucker gripped to a knothole lip, redwing in the reeds, swallow in the willow, flicker in the oak - but cannot see poor whippoorwill under the hill in deadbrush nest, who's awake, too - with stricken eye flayed by the moon her brindled breast repeats, repeats, repeats its plea for cruelty.
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