Foul Owl


I am an owl and I live in a tree

A very fine owl as you can see

If you are a mouse, I'll rip you to pieces

People will find your bones in my faeces.

Actually, that's not quite true

I don't pass bones out in my poo.

And if it's a small creature I masticate

The bits I don't want, I'll regurgitate.

I see a rat, and now I can smell it

You'll find his tail and fur in my pellet.

"Hello down there, I see you're a shrew,

Would you like to end up in my spew?"

The mole in his velvet looks like a duke

But that won't help him much when he's part
of my puke.

If you're a squirrel, I am your nemesis

And your big, bushy tail will be in my emesis.

Boring old vole, you're not much of a laugh

Your beady eyes will be gracing my barf.

So if you're a rodent, view me with wonder

'Cause one of these days you'll end up
in my chunder.



©The Poetic Priestess 2002