The Owl

by Mike Fontanini

The owl sits on its branch,
Waiting for his chance.

He spots a rabbit,
But not yet does he nab it.

The rabbit nibbles at the grass,
The owl prepares to make his pass.

The owl's plans are interrupted now,
He sees well how.

In his bird's-eye view,
There's something new.

A tiger walks by,
But the owl is sly.

He waits for the tiger to leave,
For he wants not to be dinner this eve.

The tiger goes off yonder,
The owl needs not ponder.

The sky begins to pour,
The rabbit wants no more.

The rabbit scurries into his den,
But the owl is not frustrated then.

The rabbit's safe in his burrow,
But there's always tomorrow.

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	The Owl by Mike Fontanini
	The owl sits on its branch, Waiting for his chance. He spots a rabbit, But not yet does he nab it. The rabbit nibbles at the grass, The owl prepares to make his pass. The owl's plans are interrupted now, He sees well how. In his bird's-eye view, There's something new. A tiger walks by, But the owl is sly. He waits for the tiger to leave, For he wants not to be dinner this eve. The tiger goes off yonder, The owl needs not ponder. The sky begins to pour, The rabbit wants no more. The rabbit scurries into his den, But the owl is not frustrated then. The rabbit's safe in his burrow, But there's always tomorrow. Go Back to Writing Hompage