Somewhere at the shops sits an old owl
Alone and sad amongst the shelves
As bustling shoppers come and go
Thinking only of themselves.
The owl stares out at other toys
With a feeling that it doesn't belong
It shouts out a little girl's name
But can't be heard above the throng.
And somewhere far away that girl
Pricks up her ears and looks around
The hairs rise on the back of her neck
As if she's heard a familiar sound.
"Mummy, where's Soft Owl?" asks the girl
And Mummy's stomach turns to stone
Somewhere there's a girl in tears
And somewhere there's an owl alone.
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