20 owls way up high,
Where do they go?
Where do they fly?
Perhaps t a mystical,
Magical land,
Maybe to Hogwarts,
Or a castle in the sand.
A message ‘bout The Dark Lord
I’m sure, and
His new rise to power
Is the author’s letter
How about a new discovered
spell, never before seen?
Or the directions to make a potion,
that turns the hair green.
So many places
these owls may be
going. To a far off
place, or a friend
‘round the corner.
All the letters it could
be carrying, all that
mail in the sky,
Maybe something
for me, but
Perhaps not.
