How odd it be to hear an owl
on a midsummer's day

When the sun is bright and clouds are few
not a breeze or any rain

I wonder why he speaks
To whom I do not know

Perhaps he greets the hallow wind
that echos thru the willow

Does he know a secret
that only he doth know

that hails a change in the weather
that ushers a rainbow's glow

How odd it be to hear an owl
on a midsummer's day

To whom he speaks — I do not know
Perhaps he calls the rain.

 © 2000 Lady Camelot

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