OWL

The wise old owl that lived in a tree

Suggested to all that flying couldn’t be

I can’t fly I tell you, suggested the owl

It’s impossible in the least for me to fly across the sky

I’m wise I tell you I live in this tree

This tree of old cottonwood and leaves of three

Watch as I flap and flap and flap without leaving the ground

All I hear is the wind blowing from my flapping it’s such a wondrous sound

But fly?

High in the sky?

It couldn’t be

I guess I’ll try it, I’ll count to three

Count with me ready as I get myself steady

1

2

3…