Top of the Tree
There’s a charming woodland creature
reputed to be wise
With a knack for spotting problems
with their eager, clever eyes
Keen and daring to be different
Turning heads through all degrees
They love imparting knowledge
showing off their expertise
And in amongst their hunting
firmly grasped by bill and claw
they hold a sense of duty
and so, lay down the law
It’s a noisy messy process
full of screeching, piercing cries
Other creatures in the wood
watch on speechless with sad sighs
It can get a little rowdy
There’s ooos and aaas (and other vowels)
But in the end they get there
through a Parliament of Owls
And maybe they do know better
Maybe they have the brains
to get us through the problems
Either way - one fact remains:
You can’t ask them to be quiet -
to do so would be moot
For they couldn’t if they wanted
and they don’t - so let them hoot!
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2017
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