Baby OwlA Poem by Dinali Sathma
Stout, chubby, fat
A baby owl sat on the long black cable to fly it seemed unable Down below is cat Good he's hidden by a mat Last night it must have lost its way The sun is blinding, it must stay Mama bird will find you at night In my garden you will be alright Baby owl your feather like hay I'll take care of you till you fly away - Dinali Sathma
© 2012 Dinali SathmaAuthor's Note
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