Barry the Barred Owl

In Central Park, an owl lived And Barry was her name, So cute and charismatic She attained a well-earned fame. Arriving in October To her favorite hemlock tree, She preened and stretched and hunted Every night, for all to see. Her mere existence brought such joy New Yorkers gathered ‘round To photograph or just observe This treasure they had found. Her recent death, colliding with A maintenance-crew truck, Brought sorrow to so many Who admired her looks and pluck. A vigil for her drew a crowd To bid a fond farewell To a special creature who changed lives By visiting a spell.