Owl & Handbag Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Owl & Handbag



Owl has been shopping for sweetbreads
She likes things rare and dripping

In her bag she has potted head of calf,
Gullet of hare, stomach of lamb
And two pigs' cheeks found rotting

Mouse tongue and testicles are for dessert
And to keep her bowels regular
Whiskers, fur and tails are all grist to her mill

Cooking will not be a problem,
She swallows her rarebits whole
Mice, rats, moles, squirrels, voles
All go down the hole that is her beak

For snacks, she'll pick upon insects and worms,
Spiders, frogs and lizards,
Which explains why owl's bag is rather full

Thursday, December 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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