Ipso Jure

Judge not the owl as master, cause
Of this vile death clamped in his claws.
An owl is nothing if not laws.
Scorn not the fox. As Owl, he too
Has racial duties he must do,
And is unto his law most true.
Yet there is that turns blood to curd
When through night's Order rips the word
That Law has pounced upon a bird.

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