Ozzie the Owl
Old Ozzie the owl has lost his twit a woo
Poor Ozzie doesn’t know what to do
He sits so solemnly in the gnarled oak tree
With his eyes shut tightly so he can’t see
He really doesn’t have a clue
Where he lost his twit a woo
An owl is considered to be a wise bird
But his twit a woo is no longer heard
His mates are worried about their friend
On his twit a woo they do depend
They miss old Ozzie’s familiar call
It was a warning sound for them all
They bring him meat and a tasty treat
And hope if Ozzie begins to eat
His voice may return and they will hear
A loud twit a woo which his prey does fear
But their tasty food it doesn’t help
Old Ozzie lets out a pitiful yelp
At least he has a tiny voice
He would call out loudly if he had the choice
His wife says Ozzie we must find a cure for this
They bash beaks together in an owl like kiss
It’s time for the doctor Ozzie she says
And get you back to your twit a woo days
So off to the owl doctor Ozzie does fly
He’s very upset, you can guess the reason why
The doctor says he will take a look
And writes a prescription in his little red book
Three times a day Ozzie must drink red wine
He likes this medicine it tastes so divine
His twit a woo returns like magic
Ozzie is happy, his life no longertragic
So if you see Ozzie sitting in the tree
He’s now as happy as can be
His twit a woo you can hear at night
Its haunting noise may give you a fright
08~01~14
Written for Night Owl Contest Sponsored by Kelly Deschler
~awarded 3rd place~
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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