tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624173332165448611.post6083460452660088965..comments2024-02-10T02:08:51.788-08:00Comments on Moth and Sparrow: Rallying the TroopsClaire Brewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05745642122134748138noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8624173332165448611.post-17422971596211004562009-03-12T14:06:00.000-07:002009-03-12T14:06:00.000-07:00It is in vain, Owl, to extenuate the matter. Owls ...It is in vain, Owl, to extenuate the matter. Owls may cry, "Peace! Peace!" -- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears [what shall be heard for miles with our Owl ears] the clash of resounding arms! Our Owl brethren are already in the field [the field actually being the tree line of the field, perched on our Owl perches]! Why stand we here idle [even though that is as we Owls do]? What is it that Owls wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet [as plump mice], as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery [chains being a metaphor of the stitching on our enslaved felt Owl brothers and slavery being our poor Owl sisters carved from a tree stump]? Forbid it, Almighty Owl! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me Owlty, or give me death!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com