While fishing at a pond,
Belonging to a friend,
Summer, late afternoon,
Twas very near day's end.

There came an eerie sound,
A woman's mournful moan,
As if in horrid pain,
It chilled me to the bone.

Looked around behind me,
To where the cry had came,
But nothing did I see,
No villain there to blame.

Climbed up the embankment,
To have a look around.
Scanned the brush most careful,
No damsel to be found.

Called out to the forest,
"Do you need help?" I cried.
Only voice an echo,
Back from the other side.

Darkness was approaching,
I fin'lly walked away.
With that scream still haunting,
Can hear it to this day.

Called my friend the owner,
To tell him of my dread.
He laughed so hard he cried.
"A screech owl!!!"'s what he said.

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