My tiny little owl is heavier
Than he looks, more weighty.
He is smaller than my thumb but
Worth more than any gold ring.

He is a freakish creature whose
Head can turn all the way round.
His animal eyes never close as
He perches on the end of my finger.

Soaring high above whenever he wants,
My owl sleeps in the day and
Goes out at night without me.
In his cat-like way

He watches me, renders me
Helpless with his stare
Unblinking and unfathomable;
My most loved pet.

I found him in a junk shop jumble,
Fell in love with his giant owl eyes.
I took him home and nestled him
Precious in the palm of my hand.


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My tiny little owl is heavier
Than he looks, more weighty.
He is smaller than my thumb but
Worth more than any gold ring.

He is a majestic but freakish creature,
His head can turn all the way round
And his huge eyes always searching,
Perching on the end of my finger

Or soaring high above, if he wants to.
Nocturnal, my owl sleeps in the day and
Goes out at night without me.
In his cat-like way

He watches me, takes me in
With his stare, unblinking, and
Cat - like, I never quite know
Just what he is thinking.

I found him in a junk shop jumble
Beseeching me with his giant owl eyes.
I took him home and nestled him
Precious, in the palm of my hand.