Food for Thought-Nigel the Owl Landed On My Head


The owl landed on my head,
near quarter to three,
I didn’t know Nigel was living,
on the third branch from the right,
in my live oak tree.
I looked up and he stared back,
I asked what and he said, “who me?”
Yes, you, the owl, on my head,
What’s this about?
Is it something I said?
“The place was free,”
It’s my head, I scowled,
not a perch for a silly Owl,
Go back up Owl,
Please fly back now,
while I go home and find a towel,
Nigel sighed and hooted twice,
before finding a melon,
which looked equally nice.

–Richard Bryant