there was a little owl sitting in a tree

with his big wide eyes staring right at me

then he gave a hoot as to say hello

i just stood and watched him from the ground below.



he had lovely feathers as soft as eider down

very soft and silky just like a regal gown

then the owl took off high into the sky

then i gave away to wish the owl goodbye.



i headed back for home along the country track

then  thought about the owl as i was walking back

i will go again to his little tree

and my feathered friend once again will see