Thought I heard an owl.
It was my stomach growling.
Night noises are weird.
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Judey Kalchik
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Things that go hoot in the night! ⚡💙⚡
That they are, my friend. That they are.
That made me smile
Hahahahahahahhaha my stomach sounds more like a dying whale 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Very cute poem… at least ‘The whole world’ didn’t hear it!
Ha! An easy mistake to make! Thought this was brill.
lol, reminds me of the time I thought I heard a hoot owl outside my window when I was twelve. It was my sinuses, lol
They sure are for one never knows till when gets up to check on whatever. Good job.
Lol. Hoo hoo where's the food?
😂 😂 I think Margaret Craven would have enjoyed this
Judy, Nighttime really has a way of turning the simplest sounds into something mysterious.
We hear mourning doves cooing at night and think it's owls hooting.