Posted in Owl, Poetry

Highly Intelligent

I.Q.

Said the wisest of all creatures and cleverness the owl
“I am invented some new colors that none of you can see.”.
The rabbit asked “does it look quite pretty? … can we see it now.?”
“I doubt it very much”, said Owl  “your not intelligent like me“.

The Owl preened out his feathers and proudly puffed his chest.
with Rabbit, looking at intelligence upon the highest limb.
“Tell me lowly Rabbit, what it is you see, when looking at the best”
“I see a crazy bird, who doesn’t understand a single bloody thing”.

 

Posted in Family- Memories, Owl, Poetry

That’s life

Life is absorbing time, it does it all the while
It de-radiates confusion then stuffs it in a pile.
And when the pile gets bigger, the birds begin to sing
“we are absolutely positive concerning everything”
But old Owl was not happy, he was not where it’s at.
He was not sure that he might die. Time took care of that.

owl

The Eulogy was spoke  next day, up on a piece of wood
and Crow began the Eulogy “Owl tasted pretty good ”.
“Old Owl was far to clever”. . Then Crow recalled the time
that Owl invented colours quite simply in his mind.
and all the creatures in the world, intelligent, or wise
could never see what Owl had seen, not even with their eyes.