The Owl Is Having a Birthday
The owl is having a birthday. Big Whoop I say.
It’s not like he’ll have it in the wake of day.
He always has his parties when I am trying to sleep.
Awakening me at the moment my slumber is deep.
Why must he be nocturnal? I ask the gods.
My head is already sleepy, I feel a few big nods.
I drop off to sleep hoping he won’t wake me tonight.
Of course he does – each time giving me a bigger fright.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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