I'm an owl minding my own biz,
Flying o'er a meadow, and see
This human guy below. He is
A bunch of flowers cutting be,
Muttering that his gal will like
Them fine, and he won't have to pay.
I watch him take off in his hike.
A tree branch smacks the flower spray.
He stuffs the flowers in his sack.
The blooms droop. He says she won't mind.
I can hear the flower stems crack.
From him to her. Will such tie bind?
The guy wows the gal - who can tell?
A bunch of flowers went through hell.
Nice write! I like it. Keep on writing. Kindly read my poems and comment
Beautiful to read the poem and the owl is an innocent bird.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! Very enchanting poem! You never know what an owl might see or overhear! And here I was just thinking that they're such a beautiful and amazing species! Never underestimate the wisdom of the owl!