Owl looks quite jokable in daytime or night it hears and sees chickens fricaseeing its plight
Whooo? Meee? murs the Owl Yes! You! cackle biddies who continue to chortle at Owl's misplaced pities
The chicks cluster boldly They peck and assert Owl is a faker! a phoney! a jerk!
Owl takes it all in Come night it takes flight Makes prey of plump poultry Nature feeds Right
cluck cluck cluck...sqwaaaaawwwk
This poet as owl now syn-op-sez for all that we civilized owls don't too much like fowl but at end as predation and nature intended Owl ravaged the biddies for affronts unrescinded
even owls have to watch their backsides snakes can charm them right off their perch when they least expect it, and many an unwary owlet has been snagged by a lowly raccoon
netsky Member
since 2005-03-29
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2posted2005-04-0102:45 AM
hah, so true!
the poem might better be titled 'poets as owls -or- owls as poets'
as if: what poet has not felt pecked upon by less noble creatures?
I wrote this item a few months ago in repsonse to "biddies" ganging up on me at a not-literary forum. Got me banned, it did (grin)
The aim is to make a poem wiht some sing-song appeal to adults, yes, but which also will delight younger readers- even demonstrating a few neat words by which to whet young appetites for language. hope hope hope. whooo meeee? yes! (coos to you all) -------
-any defects or problems in the poem? Please give me your critical helps-