Been by this spot hundreds of times and I feel this needs a cache. Can be a high muggle area at times.
The Owl
When the cats run home and light is come,
And the dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirrling sail goes round,
Ad the whirrling sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
When merry milkmaids click the latch.
And rarely smells the new-mown hey,
And the cock huth sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
-Alfred Lord Tennyson-