The Owl
By Zoe K
Published 18 September 2014
It’s on the bed alone just waiting to be told
Just waiting for a moonlit night to take off in the sky.
Hooting, hooting big and loud
Its family is big,
What should they do?
12 little sisters, 12 little brothers just waiting to be told
they’re all there, like nutella pizza,
silty and fluffy but nothing else
feathery scales on their wings.
There are stars, shining in the night
It’s the moon, it’s out high above the fluffy clouds
The moon is whole, she is watching and waiting.
Tick-tock goes the clock, she paces the stars impatiently.
The owl unfolds its magnificent wings,
SLAM!
Its eyes are hypnotic, I don’t know where I am
I am the owl. I am waiting to be told.