An Owl Poem by Maijiddah Usman

An Owl
'Downhill I came hungry and yet not starved,
 Cold yet had heat within me,
 That proof of feathers and hairs covering every    parts of my body.

'Being called such a awful names
 I still lie on my worth
How despicable can one be towards a creation
How despicable can one be towards nature

'Sleeping at day, craving to hunt and eat at night
With some of my kinds always avoiding me
Calling me such a bad name
'Bad Omen
'Evil eyes
'Evil creature
While some likes me and some dislikes me
  'Why Me?

' All night being quiet barred out
Crying and raising my voice for freedom
For people to ease my case
For people to listen to me
A most melancholy cries not shaken upon the hills
But always willing and wishing to be accepted by others

'My repose, salted and sobered
Too
By the birds voice
That had seemed the sweetest thing under the roof and on the far long trees
Resting, looking and shines like an owl eyes
For its co - kinds to call a friend

'Speaking for all who lay under the stars
Soldiers and poors, unable to rejoice
 
   'A wise owl who lived in an oak,
The more he saw the less he speaks

 'The less he spoke, the more he heard
Why can't we all be like that owl and accept ourselves even though we are different'.