The Owl'sdream Poem by Hrishikesh Bharadwaj

The dusk was up,
After a long sup.
On a light branch sat an owl
So puffy, fitting in a bowl.

The owl was on yawn,
He hooted on and on
Sudden hoot stopped he,
The air sweeped and moped.

Looked it a star
After a day's war.
Eyeing it a long watch,
With a yellow hatch

In a hope of a catch,
To the twinkle's match,
Up and up it flew
Huff and puff he blew!

Reaching up to the clouds
Away from the hounds,
Meeting the star
After a day's war.

Stretched its little arm
Neither cold nor wam.
Held the owl tight,
To have a flight.

A trip around the galaxy
Regret to the vexy.
The glow of red,
Pulled the owl from its bed.

Once left its bright shining arm
Not cold or warm.
Owl fell from the sky's reem,
Bursting off its dream.