A Baby Owls Mistake
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Oh I shouldn’t have left that nest,
these pelting water drops have zest.
They’re cold and hard upon my head,
if they topple this mushroom, I’ll be dead.
So cold and hard, heavy they be,
I wish I’d stayed within that tree.
Mum and Pop said, “don’t go down there”,
but, I ignored them, without a care.
Now I am too wet to fly,
I wish I were up, high and dry.
I sit here, with my toes wet and chilly,
my feathers are getting a bit frizzy.
What is that pain? Is it a headache?
Oh boy, I made a bad mistake.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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