Night watchman

Written by medhini at

July 8, 2008 (12:43 pm)

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No one dares to tame me;

Or likes to keep me as a pet,

Because of my fearsome appearance;

With a broad cat face,and with large round eyes.

But who cares, if I tell,

Looks can be deceptive,

Because I am not very cruel or harmful;

Though my sound is fearsome and penetrating.

Some people like to compare me with an old wise man;

Who had seen the world with its good and ugly side,

For a longer time, with memorable experience;

Who gives no elaborate answer except ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

I am the night watchman of the jungle,

As I can rotate my neck around three hundred and sixty degrees;

But I don’t make sound words like the wise old man;

Except ‘hoom’, ‘hoom’ which comes out of my throat.

I have a brown feather coat as a common owl,

But a white owl is very cute and less fearsome.

I fly from branches to branches and from trees to trees:

Hit them with my tiny beak and I am very active at night.

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English Poetry

Anandavalli R Chandran