A site that features poetry
is heaven to the poet,
the owl lives in a hollow tree
only the mice don't know it.
So if the owl would just recite
a poem now and then,
and in between swoop for a bite
I'd take my trusted pen
and write about the owl as well
as of the mice and vermin,
how squirrels open up a shell
I'd give you a big sermon.
But most of all I'd use the time
to sort the words, dear friends,
so you will listen to the rhyme
and like it (it depends) ,
I think the arts are better still
than all the science matters
though life itself, for poets will
quite often be in tatters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem