The owl looked at the little girl and calculated her weight…he locked his lamps on her tasty figure…off the branch cutting through the air he clamps his claws into her amble flesh…her sausage like arms flail in panic…her buster browns scuff the sidewalk…she’s heavy…she drags on the ground…he hears the scream…he lets her go…up to the top of the tree he licks the blood off his claws…he looks at the little girl and calculates her weight.