To Befriend an Owl
The owl is in the tree.
I have befriended the owl.
The owl means nothing to me.
It walks on the ground, strutting its
Stuff.
It hoots to a nearby robin and laughs
Its ass off.
It contemplates its dinner,
And goes downstairs to make it.
The challenge is to befriend the owl while
It is eating.
The eating is the pleasure. It is the fruit
Of it all.
When we do not know what we are
Supposed to do,
It defines us.
The definition is simple.
The bird’s the word.
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