January 13, 2016

• The Wise Old Owl

  Since there are no rules other than to use the prompts, I've decided to participate in the blogger formerly known as MoonCatBlue's Winter Scavenger Hunt. I need the creative nudge to get me writing again. The first prompt is "An 0wl" and of course I immediately began mentally reciting the poem I learned as a child:

  A wise old owl lived in an oak                                                                                                                                                                               The more he saw the less he spoke                                                                                                                                                                     The less he spoke the more he heard                                                                                                                                                           Why can't we all be like that wise old bird

   

  I couldn't get it out of my brain, so I decided to take it and run with an updated version of it. I apologize for the formatting issues; I can't figure out how to fix it.

   

  A wise old owl lived in an oak                                                                                                                                                                          The more he saw the less he spoke                                                                                                                                                                    The less he spoke the more he heard                                                                                                                                                                 It was too much for that poor old bird                                                                                                                                                                 In his distress at what humans wrought                                                                                                                                                           He stopped asking “WHO?” and began shouting “WHAT?”                                                                                                                                                                                                          Somebody called the SPCA                                                                                                                                                                               Who came and hauled the old owl away                                                                                                                                                    So cover your ears and don’t cry foul                                                                                                                                                               Or you’ll end up like the wise old owl

   

   

   

   

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