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OWL MOON 月光下看猫头鹰 QWL MOON --- by JOhn SChOenherr It WaS Iate One Winter night, IOng PaSt my bedtime, When Pa and I Went owling. There WaS no wind. The trees stood still as giant statues. And the moon WaS so bright the Sky Seemed to Shine. SOmeWhere behind US a train WhiStIe blew, long and low, like a sad, Sad song. I coule hear it through the woolen CaP Pa had pulled down over my ears. A farm dog anSWered the train, and then a SeCond dog joined in. They Sang out, trains and dogs, for a real long time. And When their VOiCeS faded away it WaS as quiet as dream. We WaIked on toward the woods, Pa and I. OUr feet CrUnChed over the CriSP snow and little gray footpri nts followed us. Pa made a long shadow, but mine WaS short and round. I had to run after him every now and then to keep up, and my short, round ShadOW bumped after me. But I called out. If you go owling you have to be quiet, thats What Pa always says. I had been Waiting to go owling With Pa for a long, Iong time. We reacded the Iine of Pine trees, black and POinty against the sky, and Pa held UP his hand. I StOPPed right Where I WaS and waited. He looked up, as if SearChing the StarS as if reading a map UP there. The moon made his face into a SiIVer mask. Then he called Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo, the sound of a Great HOrned Owl. Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo. Again he called out. And the n aga in. After each CaIl he WaS SiIent and for a moment We both IiSte ned. BUt there WaS no answer. Pa ShrUgged and I shrugged. I WaS not disappo in ted. My brothers all Said SOmetimeS theres an OWl and SOmetimeS there is nt. We WaIked on. I could feel the cold, as if someOnes icy hand WaS palm-down On my back. And my nose and the tops of my CheekS felt cold and hot at the Same time. BUt I never Said a word. If you go owling you have to be quiet and make your own heat. We Went into the woods. The ShadOWS Were the blackest things I had ever Seen. They Stained the White snow. My mouth felt furry, for the SCarf over it W