The Owl

A silly poem really, it just came to me.

The owl said Here, come be me

But me you will never be

I shun the sun

For I need it not to see

I fly swiftly and soundless

Among the majestic trees

Along the rocky shores

Across the dark prairies

I’ve been places you will never be

Seen things you will never see

I, the owl

Wise

Effortlessly floating through the sky

Come, and try to be me

But I'm afraid,

me you will never be ~

Copyright ©2010 Angela Friberg