The Owl

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round,
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

~ by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

A tenuous link to my Halloween theme this week.....Owl. Witches. Halloween....