The Night Owl God Created.
A scientific (mostly) study in verse.
My eyes are large, distinct, and round,
The finest optics to be found.
While you stumble, trip, and stub your toe,
I see the world in a greenish glow.
(Seriously, who put that coffee table there?)
You have "cones" for color bright,
But I have "rods" to pierce the night.
My retina reflects the moon's soft beam,
Like high-beams on a laser team.
"Photons? I'll take 'em all, thanks."
My Creator built a hunter sleek,
With silent wings and sharpened beak.
I spot a mouse from miles away...
But honestly? I prefer soufflé.
(Or that leftover pizza on your counter.)
My vision rules the darkest hour,
I possess true nocturnal power.
But when the sun begins to rise?
Please, shut the drapes. It hurts my eyes.
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