The Owl Poem by Holmes Jim

Perched above the fireplace,
Sits an owl in our home,
Nesting above the crystal vase,
It watches where I roam,

Hoping it tires soon, 'please just let me be',
Impossible to escape, its never-ending gaze,
I find those sharp eyes follow me,
In condescending ways,

Since my wife painted it and put in a frame,
It sits and stares at me, out in full display,
I'd like to hang in the hall, if it's all the same,
But my wife said, 'nope, that is where it ought to stay'.