There once was a wise old owl
Who just refused to fly
Claiming flying hazards
Made it unsafe so he could die.
He thought that wind turbines
Going round and round and round
Upset his delicate hearing
With their unheard kind of sound.
The bright lights in the city
The towns and the countryside
Shone brightly both day and night
Upsetting his big bright eyes.
The smoke from every chimney
And the fumes from every car
Polluting his every senses
As he flew both near and far.
So this learned wise old owl
Walked on foot just everywhere
Avoiding all flying hazards
And got run over by a bus.
Clever point, Victor. We can take all the precautions we want, but when all is said and done, our lives are in His hands ...
ReplyDeleteContinuing to learn to trust and believe that He does all things well.
Thank you Linda. We may think we are as wise as the owl - in reality we are not.
DeleteGod bless.
This seems a little dark! A poet too--HMMMM!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
It is dark because the owl always flies at night and he is too mean to buy himself a torch.
DeleteGod bless you, Lulu.