An Old Owl Sage Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

An old owl sage
Sate her on a fir
In Hastings Gardens
Midnight was nigh
And said the sage owl:
‘Choose the night
Do not hate the day
To hate never a way
But choose the night
The stars, moon light
Already in the night
So many humans come
So many discoveries
So many verses
Dramas plays and prose
Philosophy economics
Sociology – all civilization
How much of it
Was begotten in the night
Quiet!
And more must be begotten
In the night
And we individuals must
Take on us, wear
The mantles of the night
In what we do and think and make
And then together will we be
The more; the less of war;
How much
Begotten was and must in the
Night quiet!