The owl walks with me,
No word and silently,
I wish to give it flight,
Strange it might seem in daylight.
The old man resides,
Sees the vulture eyes,
He reaches for some water,
Holier than thou said the chatter.
The moment of ignorance,
Turned itself over once,
Saw in itself a profound hope,
Gripped hard at the oiled rope.
The vagabond hurt his pride,
Remark had dented his hide,
So came the chance to break,
It laughed and his life, wrecked.
