My Owner's Owl

My Owner's Owl

(This is a poem with 14 lines showing the feeling of an unspeakable owl piece. This is called a sonnet)  

 I am a greased little wooden owl, 

Quite sad and still listening the wind howl,

I'd rather be in the open sky with my wings threw apart listening to my own growl.

Once had many friends in a far land of fowls, 

And want to meet them in the Cambodian forest of cowls,

Being far away from its house, has always frightened this small owl. 

Day or night don't bother me, as they see mourning besides this stiff and silent deloul,  

And when they fall asleep I try fly in my study, but always end up throbbing my jowl,

Even after such pity I remain my owner's owl.

My vibrant big yellow eyes are tired to see this old study and want to see out of the bowl,

But what I can do is just stay stiff or fall and breakdown,

And too often regret my helplessness to go back to the land of fowls.

  

My life is just on a vain hope of going back to the roots over this yowls,

I am a greased little wooden owl, who will always remain its Owner's owl. 

                                            ~Hemang Kargeti