The Wish and the Owl

The Wish and the Owl

Sparkling sunshine

On a soft, breezy day;

I’m running around

Cavorting as play.

I leap to an oak

The wind swirling around;

Suddenly something

Knocks me to the ground!

A hoot then a tap

Something brushes my knee;

A feathery ball

Of owl beckons me.

“I know what you need,”

The owl speaks with concern;

“One wish I will grant -

A lesson you’ll learn.”

“A wish, oh a wish!”

I agree with delight;

“Most certainly, owl!”

I jump with my might.

“Very well,” says owl

And a spray of gold leaves

Comes twi-ri-ling down

So slightly with ease.

The magic appears

And transforms myself all;

I shrink down below

I’m suddenly small!

I’m stubby and round

With a beak and a claw;

I’ve feathery wings-

I just ‘bout forgot!

I’ve eight little things

Around four on each foot;

I’m dirty, not clean-

The color of soot!

I push off the ground

And take flight to the air;

I search for that owl

He's gone someplace - where?!

Can’t find him, he’s gone

That owl’s nowhere in sight;

He's left me in dread

Took off like a kite.

That wish was a trick!

How’d I fall for his words?

The lesson is clear -

Never speak to birds!

This is a little poem I wrote about a kid and a strange little owl. This isn’t my best poem ever, and I apologize. Here is a little bit of why it’s not my best ever:

This never actually happened to me (obviously), but my own personal thoughts inspired me to write it. I’ve always wondered about wishes and how badly I could use some at different times in my life. When I was little, I even planned that if I ever met or came across a magical person that could grant me a wish, I would wish for infinite wishes. I think other people have probably thought of that too. It makes sense, right, to wish for that? Originally, in this poem, I was going to have the kid wish for infinite wishes just like I would do, and then have the owl punish him/her for her greed by turning him/her into an owl herself. I thought that was a pretty good idea, and reflected pretty much what would be likely to happen to me if I lived in a magical world, but then all the stuff I wrote didn’t rhyme or fit with the rhythm pattern I had going. That’s why the events aren’t completely clear…… but that’s okay! J I’m not a professional writer. J