The previous owners of our first house,
had an owl collection
tucked away in the attic.
It was an interesting bunch of owls that we came across...
hand carved owls,
an owl candle, glass owls, white ceramic owls
with red eyes, all sorts of owl knick knacks.
I considered keeping the set,
but in its entirety it was about 20-25 pieces,
and to put it frank--
some of them scared me
were a far stretch
in resembling an owl.
However, I believe I ended up keeping 6-8 of them.
If I can locate them in my garage would you like to see
this fine collection?
I'll consider searching.
These owls here,
are my type of owls.
this owl is inspiration.
he welcomes life
in a soar with wide-open wings,
breathing and hooting
ditties of rhythm to what would otherwise be
redundant, dreary-old owl tales.
his sound enlivens the soul;
his presence radiates infectious warmth
during long fall nights.
this owl is wise,
cautious and methodical.
he embraces truth where others slander,
and feels the aching pains and triumphs of tomorrow.
he's a philosopher,
an author of his life;
inviting others to see for themselves.
"think," he encourages.
"find your own truth."
he may be smaller than the others, but
this owl is destined to lead.
he strives for the unthinkable,
believing in the
treasure that lie ahead.
Others heed his message;
he's of noble and true character.
Eventually, after many moons,
his wingspan will surpass his
and they'll look to him to do it all--
These treasures are for the wise.