The owl in the barn
behind the house
is a bird of much cortesia
who, though he stutters,
never spoke an errant word
to any that inquired.
'Who? ' he'll sigh
endlessly or 'I
would tell you if I knew, my dear-'
a fine reply.
Then down he drops
in to feast on mice
that drift too near, that stir the leaves
detected by his perfect ears, his ochre eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very cute lively poem congrats. the line ' Who? he sighs' is really fantastic...