Do not rub
your wet body on me,
For I am not
your towel;
I hang
around at night and hoot in trees,
Because I am
an owl.
Don’t do
your carpentry with me.
As though I was
a wooden peg
I see things
that you do not,
And I am not
a dowel;
I hang
around at night and hoot in trees,
Because I am
an owl.
I’m no kind
of gardening implement
And I dream
all day of eating mice
Which a
trowel just cannot do,
Then I fly in the dark on silent wings
And occasionally
hoot.
Furthermore,
I’m not a sound made by a wolf or by a coyote
If you think
I am, then you must have been
Consuming too
much peyote
I am
certainly not a howl
I hang
around at night and hoot in trees,
Because I am
an owl.
And I symbolise
great wisdom
In my few
spare moments
And fly away
to sleep all day,
When the
night is over.
I never make
angry doggy noises
Since I am
not a growl,
I hang
around at night and hoot in trees,
Because I am
an owl.
