An Owl

"Downhill I came hungry and yet not starved,  Cold yet had heat within me,  That proof of feathers and hairs covering every    parts of my body. "Being called such a awful names  I still lie on my worth How despicable can one be towards a creation How despicable can one be towards nature "Sleeping at day,craving to hunt and eat at night With some of my kinds always avoiding me Calling me such a bad name "Bad Omen "Evil eyes "Evil creature While some likes me and some dislikes me   "Why Me? " All night being quiet barred out Crying and raising my voice for freedom For people to ease my case For people to listen to me A most melancholy cries not shaken upon the hills But always willing and wishing to be accepted by others "My repose, salted and sobered Too By the birds voice That had seemed the sweetest thing under the roof and on the far long trees Resting,looking and shines like an owl eyes For its co - kinds to call a friend "Speaking for all who lay under the stars Soldiers and poors, unable to rejoice      "A wise owl who lived in an oak, The more he saw the less he speaks  "The less he spoke, the more he heard Why can't we all be like that owl and accept ourselves even though we are different" .