“A wise old owl sat on an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?”
—Unknown
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A brazen old hawk came down to smoke. The old hawk knew where folks left butts for it to shag, the din overwhelming as people just yak yak yak! It was so loud that old hawk took off and now is in rehab for nicotine patches in order to stop smoking that stuff.
I love ya work 🙏🐕♒️🍾💃💪
Jajaja!😎👍
Super !
We don’t have a white owl in New Zealand but a browny one called Ruru, or commonly called Morepork as that’s the sound of its hoot.
The birds (both the real ones and your creations) are lovely. I like the poem, too.
Fun post! I love the quote and of course the owls!
Nice lines on the ‘wise owl.’
Thank you for yoir kind comment. I hope you are keeping well!🙏