Wish I could write poems about owls
but what do I know
They sure are cute when young
unless you are a mouse they want
Sitting like time passing under a harvest moon
head saying no to every question
even the ones we haven’t asked
Are you wise or am I a fool?
share your wisdom mystical ass
Crouched under your tree
sticks digging like miners into my bare feet
Why have you not written a poem about me?