Hoot of the owl

From the time of Ancient Greece.
The guardian of such cities.
Sitting at Athena’s blind side.
For thus she saw the truth.

They call you the wise one.
Solemn in appearence.
Intelligence in your big eyes.
A symbol of wisdom given you.

Yet, seen as omens of bad luck.
To hear its hoot means bad news.
Someone is going to die.
Known as harbingers of death.

One night I heard the owl hoot.
On the roof top it perched.
A white owl, so solemn a look.
No bad omens from this owl.

Harry Potter made a difference.
The owls brought in the mail.
Dozens of owls in all sizes.
Nothing but cuteness in them.

A world full of myths and legends.
Of creatures to be feared or not.
Tales of magic; of the spooky.
Of this owl, I heard its hoot.

By C.E. Pereira
(16-1-2020)

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