The owl

Prathishta Bisht -3G

 

I saw an owl

I give him grain in a bowl

He sits in a tree

It seems to be free

He watches me do things

Fluttering his dusty wings.

 

He acts as if he is a king

keeping an eye on me, minding me,

I think he wishes to be me.

Buzzing like a bee,

He watches me do things,

Fluttering his dusty wings.

 

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