Owlish Refrain

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But can it get any worse?

The Turner Owl - a Paean

Oh Great Turner Owl!
We salute Thee!
Silent Death!
Of our Night Skies, our avian JSF.
Scourge of Tricosurids!
Slayer of such accursed urban vermin -
mere prating terrorists of our garden and roof space.

'Neath Stately Oak
Amongst the stray feathers,
and the tufts of fur
of our Brush-tailed enemies,
and midst the ghostly droppings you have made from such,
We would stand in Awe before Ye.
If we could but work out where the bloody hell you are.