Owl

                                   Night bird.

        By: Tatiana Perez Harris

High above the town, I watch and wait.

Ivy craws around the old stone buildings,

  I sour and bask in the night beauty.

 

       Smelling the old night dew,

Moving my head from side to side at every “crack” and “snap.”

The cold beats of Wind gliding off my soft brown wings.                   

 

Landing on branch to branch.

Singing my song,

“La de da, la de da”

 

To the end it comes, sun all bright

And orange. I’m the owl.

 

To the end it comes “La. De. Da. La.De.Da.”

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

again entertaining little piece your work does stand on its own-- Love it La De Da La De Da :) Frank