It’s early morning, I hear an owl;
I heard that owl a night ago
When a strahl of orange street lamps were
A brass band for a single owl tone.
That’s when I went to sleep, and like
Other people I was in bed;
I did as others for a night,
But I’m an unfellowed kind of man.
I heard the owl this morning for
Last night I didn’t get to sleep.
Once more I had a conversation;
Once more I was told to leave.
I imagine owls in the morning
Saying partings like humans do at night,
And I’m the wretched creature who
Must say goodbye all of the time.
It wasn’t unfriendly; us two friends
Decided that I shouldn’t stay.
I’ll have to decided where next I’ll go,
But first I’ll sleep most of today.
Saying goodbye is often as hard as hearing it. <3