Who
An owl is a peculiar bird,
with strangest voice you've ever heard.
He has an almost human face.
I'd recognize him any place.
He hasn't very much to say,
but still he says it night and day.
No matter whom he's talking to,
He keeps on asking, "Who? Who? Who?"
In hot July or cold December,
your name he simply can't remember.
7/8/14
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
