The Owls
by Alyssa
When I go on a night hayride
The creepy branches make me hide
They swoop down over me
Now I'm as frightened as can be.
Over the tree tops
A falcon stops
It makes me wonder
so I ponder
and think as hard as I can.
Is it worth being a woman?
So Nature take a hand,
When flying could be grand.
Why can't I fly?
I do not know why.
I shall soar over the trees,
and float on the breeze.
I look down below
Thinking where shall I go?
I see a large plain,
And the falling rain.
I they started to fly home
I think, I flew, I roamed.
I then saw a nest,
It was definitely the best.
I dropped down to the cliff,
From the flight I felt very stiff.
It was a long flight,
At such an exasperating height
I thought about a flight
I will take a spin tonight.
During the night
I took that flight
over the mountain tops.
I saw a mouse
In a leaf and branch house.
I was quite and still
it made me ill
that I thought about eating a mouse.
I then missed my home
I felt all alone.
I flew back to my house,
And I spared the mouse.
Later that night the wind begin to swirl
I looked through my bedroom window and there was a girl.
When she was laying in her bed
The silence sounded so dead.
I flew through the window into the kitchen
And there was a sign that said," let's pitch
In to help the trees,
Let them sway back and forth in the breeze."
As my thoughts begin to whirl
I saw that strange girl
and imagined she was me.
There she stood ,
Making a sign that said,"let the owls go free."
I thought could it be,
Is that me?
And it was,
It was time
For me to consult my mime.
A time past, I had a blast.
And now I save the owls
Through the rain that blows and howls.