The Owl
By: Lauren A.
The Owl stares down silently,
Hopping on the branch excitedly,
The Owl stops, suddenly staring,
It's eyes gleaming.
The mouse, it spies,
Swooping down, it hoots, it cries.
Catching the mouse, it flies to it's perch,
It lands steadily, and with a lurch,
It eats the mouse whole.
The Owl then turns it's head,
It sees me and I know I am dead,
When suddenly it lifts off, I gasp,
It lands on me, my head in its grasp.
It stares at me, and me at it,
And I know that it wouldn't hurt me.
This majestic bird, on top of my head,
The wonders it holds, the beauty it possesses,
I just can't imagine the world without,
The Owl.
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