The Owl and the Jay
An old grey barn owl sat on a limb;
He looked weary and a bit forlorned.
A young blue jay flew up beside him;
with brilliant blue plumage he was adorned.
The jay to the owl, “Why are you so sad;
You have everything going for you.
You are old and wise, a good life you’ve had,
And still you are sad and blue.”
“My mate is away,” said the owl to the jay;
“She’s off giving care to our young;
And I’m left all alone when she is away,
And I feel like I’m coming unstrung.”
The jay to the owl, “You should be glad old friend;
I’ve seen many young females today;
And there’s an old saying that’s been penned,
‘When the cat’s away, the mice can play.’”
“My dear friend jay, you are such a fool;
You must know that owls mate for life.
To lure me with forbidden pleasures is cruel;
I would never do that to my wife.
I’m wise enough to know that would be dim,
and I would forever be scorned.
And that is why I’m sitting here on this limb,
and I’m looking a bit forlorned.
September 22, 2017
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017
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