DID MY OWL JUST GROWL?

Leslie & Brian Mil er Il ustrated by Ales ia Girasole

A Rhyming Book

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DID MY OWL JUST GROWL?

writ en by Leslie and Brian Mil er il ustrated by Ales ia Girasole

Scottsdale, Arizona

For our children and grandchildren. May you always sleep well. !"#$%&'(#$%)*(+, To L.B. my guiding light in the dark who helped me to be fearless. -+#

Dedications

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and she

o closes the d

, they whisper and my bed m o an. er Und nes might eat me! Im e dark stil as a stone. Th

ome the gremlins n o ut c the who hunt from the

flo r!

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But

ro m wil help on ly for now. from my e scap e

Its

falling

d I nee asleep that

. how n ear to l

lacknes as thou stil in b gh in a hole. I lie Th rol ! o e en ing t t d of m y bed it is star

is holding me tight, blanket e brav w that I wont sl ut I kno ery e pa b yv wink here tonight. M

l ed to the wo ds, so e I ro cold a Hav nd alone, wit ? h no hone sign of he not ev n a p lp,
its rustle way UP d sends to the tre s. in he w T uietly sque zing my kn ere so q sit h e s. I

the rustles behind me an ow

I think of excuses

gs flut er, the iant win n sing g I ts as they wave. Iw ave. r ish I as b was strong. Oh, I wish w

d ready to swo p. I hav e to po p!

cre ches so clo ful sound s se to w my ear An a I run fast, then maybe it w if ont find me he re . es, s and it cri a cal quite unkno k w n. shrie It y out for help, or face cr it alo ould I Sh ne?