Elucidating Questions

I thought the morning doves were owls who had forgotten the day.

I had never heard them before I went away.

Now I hear an owl hooting in the night somewhere dark.

Somewhere over there

Hello mister or missus owl.

There came a reply, how queer.

I hear it cooing somewhere nearby now the sound of the owl reminds me of the sound of the doves reminds me of the sounds of the owl.

Hoot hoot.

I wish I could come fly with you.

I wonder what he’s whispering about.

Somewhere over there.