there are many things I've yet to know
the owl is wise, but even so,
the crow does not believe him.
The young owl wondered what was right
when he was lost in the dead of night
should he land, should he take flight?
The owl's now old, but out of spite,
the crow does not believe him.
The sun has set on a winters day
the owl's too old to stalk his prey
and he wonders where his next meal lays
the owl is frail, but to his dismay,
the crow does not believe him.
The crow goes swooping through the skies
screeching out his battle cries
not a care if he lives or dies
and the wise old owl lets out a sigh
for the crow would not believe him.
Author's Note: inspired by Caged Bird by Maya Angelou
Wow. This has almost a folktale feel to it. I love that repeated line at the end of each stanza, and how you highlight the disconnect between the wisdom of age and the bravado of youth throughout. Lovely.
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