Sunday

This is something I wrote a while ago, but it says exactly what I want to say now, so here it is.

You Know You Have One Near Me

A wise owl knows that when the first wind blows,

the rain is soon to follow.

And when the time comes, when the night hides the sun,

Will you have shelter to last til’ ‘morrow?

As the first droplet plops over field and mountain tops,

and your fur is wet and weary.

Will you shake it all off and search for a home,

“You know you have one near me.”

As the trees hum along to the sad rain song,

and they tremble and shake, sad and dreary.

Can you hear the advice that the old owl cries,

“You know you have one near me.”

When lightning falls soft and clear and the forest comes to pause,

do you quiver and clench your small claws?

And in your make-shift house with the rabbit and mouse,

does the pitter-patter sound like applause?

With your head hung low, your heart-string’s bow plays:

“You know you have one near me.”

And when the dawn never breaks, and the puddles turn to lakes

“You know you have one near me.”