Tuesday, April 21, 2009

North Wind

An owl sits beside my chair and whispers in my ear
Who-who could that be knock, knock, knocking
Who-who could that be here

It’s nothing but the North Wind blowing, blowing at the pane
Blowing cinders down the flue, tugging at the vane

Come out, come out, come out and play
He howls at the door
I’ll lash you with a lock of hair and beat you ‘til your sore

Come in, come in, come in and play
I answer to the door
You bluster, blare and bellow but you’re wind and nothing more

3 comments:

Aden Meyler said...

Hi Amanda,I love this verse and your wonderful photo of the owl and the treasures about it. I love owls.

Lisa said...

This is the most lovely verse I've read all day. I'm such an owl fan as well.

Amanda said...

Thank you, both! We sculpted the owl and used that as inspiration for the verse.