25 July 2012
It's a laugh,
It's a hoot,
I can balance him,
On my foot,
And when he tries,
To fly away,
I feed him mice,
And then he stays.
I let him go,
Out late at night,
He likes to drink,
And likes to fight,
If he's losing,
He just takes flight,
Returns to me,
And sleeps, quiet.
I Have An Owl • Opuss № I