The owl can see with wide and narrow view Focuses that poets and artists The broad sweep on the canvas makes a Where details and designs can have their space.
What God endowed the owl with such excess;
And all her progeny to enjoy bliss?
Is evolution but a narrow miss?
What exquisite accident made this?
Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat
So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure.
How my heart sings 