This one actually got into the "Celebration" kids poetry book...
A raccoon sits alone at night
Watching the old wise owl take flight
He ponders and wonders why,
The old wise bird is allowed to fly
But he must walk along the ground,
Softly, without a sound.
Watcha think?
A raccoon sits alone at night
Watching the old wise owl take flight
He ponders and wonders why,
The old wise bird is allowed to fly
But he must walk along the ground,
Softly, without a sound.
