Hello P**try
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2025 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
Poems
Feb 2015
the owl
there was a little owl all he did was hoot.
sat up in a tree in a great big feathered suit.
he would fly at night as silent as can be.
. with his great big eyes for miles the owl could see.
flying around at night looking for his prey
this it gave him food so he could sleep all day.
Written by
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
970
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems