Photo by Agto Nugroho on Unsplash
An old wise owl, lived in an oak,
The more he saw, the less he spoke,
The less he spoke, the more he heard,
The more he heard, the less he responded,
Why we can't be like that old wise owl.
About the Creator
Arif Ali
A Mechanical Engineer by profession, A Nature admirer by passion, A Mountain lover by emotion
Watcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
By spooky session7 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
Oh how I wish I can be like him. Loved your poem!