Asking a Favor
The Owl-Father was asked many questions that year
Others did not make a move unless he gave the all-clear
Which one is he? The little yellow chick asked me.
He’s the pompous one standing straight up in that tree.
She flew up and waited for her turn to ask a favor of him.
He blustered and blathered, and turned his pocket watch in.
Staring at her through his monocle, he threw his weight around.
To her credit, she waited for a yes, before flying back down.
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