Poetry

Here's an old poem I wrote.  I hope you enjoy it!

The Mayor's Daughter

The Mayor’s daughter was an owl,
    she whoo’d from dusk till dawn;
her eyes were bright, like shining moons,
    tho’ mice and men were gone.

She flew away before the sun,
    and left us in a hurry;
the Mayor cries for his daughter,
    but me, I do not worry.


Written in 1987.