The owl has come Right into my house; He comes down the chimney, To look for a mouse And he sits on the rim of my old black table. Lord, since I see Those wonderful eyes, As big as a man's Or a maiden's in size Have I not proved his wisdom is no fable? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR BROKEN MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |