the owl speaks,
he thinks,
but really,
he's silly,
just like an owl,
that cant even growl,
he sleeps in the day,
right next to the bay,
at night,
he's silent at flight,
he swoops,
he scoops,
and groups his prey,
And eats by himself,
an even with all his wealth,
he's definitely lonely,
when it becomes quite snowy,
he wishes he could speak,
with his big beak,
he's tired but knows,
he can't sleep like a crow,
or he'll become a little squirrel,
and a little girl,
will take him away,
where he won't be so lonely,
suddenly he thought why not,
so he fell asleep under the his cot,
right under the stars,
he woke up to see a bright light and many cars,
now he speaks of what he thinks,
he dies but knows he's very meek!