There was a mixed reception to the “Morning Poem”
(which I did not write) so I’ve scribbled this one quickly
in the hope of redemption, thanks a lot for the owl Bubba!!
Poem for night owls
I lay in bed one dark night,
Having only just turned in,
What I heard gave me a fright
For it was a fearful din.
I thought at first a train
Had somehow gotten lost,
The sound it shook my window pane,
And turned my blood to frost.
But no train sounded quite that sad,
More like a wolfs cruel howl ?
Wait….. more a hoot, that’s not so bad,
It’s only Bubba’s bloody owl !!!