Farisah Shadrina

An Owl Perching On My Guitar

One evening I met an owl out of the blue
He was perching on my guitar when I sang blues
I asked him about where he came true
To me he gave answer only few clues

That from a big realm it came by side
Where it was only shrewd king and his knights
Where he could find blossom so much right
Yes, it was colorful even in all nights

It was not only a dream he said for sure
But I said it was only a dream too sure!
Believe me I live my life now very cruel!
But the owl perching on my guitar was not all about poor

Listen to this poem:
Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Add this poem to MyPoemList
4,0 out of 5
1 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about An Owl Perching On My Guitar by Farisah Shadrina

There is no comment submitted by members..

Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?