Owl be there for you

 

 

 

In the stillness of the night

 

Hooting sadly out of sight

 

I hooted back in sympathy

 

He hid frighted in his tree

 

 

I called him back to be his friend

 

He remained silent to the end

 

I listened carefully at his flight

 

As he vanished into the night 

 

Farewell my dear constipated owl

Hooting weakly as you roam

Bearing the  pain all the way home

Of irritable owl syndrome