The evening owl flew in through the open door,
Came to a skidding halt on newly waxed floor,
It stopped to get its bearings for a little while,
Turning its head around in its owlish style,
Then it flew up to land on top of the chair,
Seeing the welcoming sky from way up there,
So with a farewell hoot it took off again,
And crashed unkindly into the window pane.