Grey Owl

The grey owl Meditation is flapping his dingy wing over my heart.

Eagerly we waited his return, but all he had got was a great, grey owl, which we cooked and ate ravenously.

Week after week passed, and to Alan it was as the going of the grey owl's wing, swift and silent.

He looked about him to see whence it came, and presently he found a hare struggling in the clutch of a great grey owl.

This is the large grey owl, without doubt the Strix Virginiana.