A Richardsons Owl and Me
A Richardson’s owl came by today
He wanted to hoot. I wanted to play.
We did not agree in any way.
I fed him crackers on a silver tray.
He gobbled them up, was on his way.
I glimpsed him fly across the bay.
He never turned around to say
Thank you in any kind of way.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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