Hedwig's Heart Poem by Jananie Balaji

The gauche giant, at the Eeylops Emporium,
Gave a slow scrupulous scan,
At my perch, he exclaimed in glee- "That is she! "
"My gift to Harry! " And so it all began

He had turned eleven, Harry Potter
Our eyes met, betwixt the bars of my cage
We strangely fell in love as old friends do
And that, dear Hagrid, could just well envisage

Owl post! Owl post!
At No.4, Private drive
I dove at his valence window
Carrying letters to make him feel alive

To Hermoine, to Ron, to Sirus Black
Lapsing miles on the way, a thousand and five
I flew to the moon and back for Harry
Too fond of him to skive

I flew with his letters day and night
I flew with their replies in the sun and rain
I flew far to France n Romania
And knew just where to find Harry again

I made the Hogwarts owlery my home
I cheered him when life was lonely and bland
I brightened his otherwise gloomy li'l attic
Screeched that his life was so better than sand

A run-on-the-mill orphan, he was
Habits the opposite of immaculate
Whenever they had me caged n powerless
He was, to me, often forlorn and irate

Yet, he wasn't so run-on-the-mill
For that tiny scar on his forehead, he bore
A fighter, a friend, a jammy, a remnant
Enveloped by dangers of death and more

He was strong, my master, yet too weak inside
In a game of lies and secrets, he was merely a child
A samaritan who paid heed to the calls of conscience
In our world of magic, so treacherous and wild

I'm Hedwig, citing the cyanic skies
A flawless, beautiful Owl Snow-white
I spread my Albino wings, full and wide
To own the skies in every right

As the death eater's curse struck me square
I heard his anguished cry, as I laboured to houle
‘Hedwig! '
Saving him, nonetheless, I bit the dust
Yet, I live on in history as Harry Potter's dear owl!