For when the owl hoots at you, it's foot gets cut loose and you again hit 'snooze'
And lose one more tooth and the entire roof's removed
And this all ill-behooves you to come back with an equal evil on them to ensue
Yea when the ice moves it cuts deep grooves
You retire your snow shoes and drink your igloo
And come to confused asleep in the caboose
As your will refuses to interpret the train whistle as an owl hoot
When the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train whistle as the winter moves and wraps its icy noose around you
Many eons beyond being long gone
So when the sky moves past you
You turn a recluse and away from the city seclude
And sleep through thirteen moons, and the owl will fly home soon
As this all really proves to you that the sound of the train whistle drones like the owl's hoots
When the owl hoots
How do you interpret the train whistle as a winter moose foraging further towards human refuges
And how do you envision the future being as the sea slowly eats land and spits everything back as sand
Many eons beyond being long gone
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