

Small ground owls range themselves on posts along the road
Little old lady ground owls
Like wisdom come out of the sea
Small young ground owls are like the weather
There it comes, there it comes
No one stuffs a small owl without a red lantern
Without a red robe in a black room
Without a wardrobe where scratchy wreaths screak mildly
In the Argentine countryside, the little owls await the hour
Like the Creoles and the Indians
They wait without hope
Ranged on posts
Along the road
Watching the cars pass
A Buick, a Ford, a Pontiac, a Plymouth, a Cadillac
In which the taxidermists ride with their wives and children
Without a red robe in a black room
Without a wardrobe where scratchy wreathes screak mildly
No one stuffs an owl without a red lantern
Without a red robe in a black room
To dissect lions you need lightning
For little owls you need forgetfulness
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