The Wise Old Owl

By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures. – Proverbs 24:3-4


I saw an owl in a sycamore tree.

Not a feather stirred as he gazed at me.

“Owl,” I asked,  “Do I know you?”

The bird moved not, but said “Who? Who?”


“Why you of course,” was my reply.

“We’ve met before, in years gone by.

But I was young and busy then,

Though I always hoped we might be friends.”


The Owl was alone, atop that tree.

But I suspect he’d come for me.

“Owl,” I asked, “May I learn from you?”

Those eyes just stared, as he said “Who? Who?”


“Why me, of course,” was my retort.

My annoyance grew; my patience short.

“I now have time and fewer tasks.

And there’s a question I must ask:”


“Does knowledge age, like grapes to wine?

Becoming wisdom over time?

If you won’t say, then tell me who.”

The Owl just winked, and said “You, You.”