Notes About The Poem
Here is a link to the original poem on my site, with Art and Music. I invite readers to guess the inspiration of this poem, based on a more ancient poet of times long ago.
The Owl and the Crow
The Owl and the Crow
The Owl and the Crow
The hunter captured the owl
He brought her home to his castle
Inside a cell she was put
Away from the rain
The owl, never went hungry
The majestic avian had the greatest of comforts
Perched on a branch in a gilded cage
She could gaze at the starlit moon
One evening when the hunter warrior returned to his castle
The owl, asked
Why do keep me from my parliament?
Why do you imprison me here in this cage?
The brave knight, replied
I am sorry for the inconvenience wise one
Alas I am a buffoon who knows nothing of this world
You are a wise one from the black magical forest
You see, I wish from you
Your wisdom
Here you can impart your wisdom upon me over time
Then I too can give guidance to my band of merry men
I wish you know harm
You shall have the greatest of comforts
I apologize for my rough and tumble methods
My heart being pure, I seek only your knowledge
The owl remained silent
For you see that is often the way of the wise ones
The knight therefore left to his contemplations
As was the owl left to hers
Great battles were later fought
Great fires ravaged the forests near
Great hunts resulted in feasts of wine and yore
The owl being wise, softly learned the Knights’ ways
After a fresh rain, a crow appeared on the window sill
Look, look at this silly imprisoned owl he cried
Nor are you brave nor are you free
As I the crow flies high-up in the sunlit skies
The crow came by daily to mock the owl
You silly stupid owl, in a cage
As I am free day and night to sore
You in that little cage can only snore
Again the owl choose the path of silence
The crow crowed and crooned
Mocking the predicament of the Owl
The Owl, even with no parliament became wiser still
One day, the crow landed on the windowsill
As he said to the owl, you still have not your freedom?
A very large Bengal tiger then leapt from the brush
The crow existed no more, the Tiger quite content with his meal
The owl, being silent, listened to the both life and death
She listened to the ancients; the winds and both sun and moon
You see on her capture, she was treated like a queen
She thus observed early on her cage was never locked
She who all thought was imprisoned
Was free
The Crow who thought he was free
Was imprisoned within his own mind
She saw the kindness of the knights’ eyes
He had not the heart of capture
He had the compassion of savior and protector
Knowing well hungry tigers prowled outside the castle walls
The owl simply grew in her wisdom and admiration
Knowing that kindness too can wear a mask
She now flies the path of the knights’ adventures
Giving solace to him, the kind one with a broken heart
Section II
The eye of the tiger, bloodthirsty and lean
Never to you shall bad deeds fall upon your soul
Until, like a jester, you dance to your own deceptions
Consumed
Wisdom has no voice, no advocate of defense
She is carried by the winds
Upon those whose hearts wish to make her timeless
Loves embrace is often joyous and silent
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