This morning,
the owls spoke Vietnamese.

I am not speaking metaphorically,
I'm telling you categorically,

The owls spoke - Vietnamese.

The air was a'crisp,
crickets and toads hushed
for this foreign refrain - repeated
coded over the course of a ****,
over the breathy hum
of fans drying grain.

As far as what was divulged,
well, that is mine alone.
I just thought you should know,
I'm a long way from grown.