Subject: The Owl and the Lark
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-108.s45.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Thurs April 2, 1998 at 7:45AM

There are some who only come out at night

The owls who hoot and stare until daylight
They sit perched on high branches watching
For opportunities below they can be catching

Always at the ready to swoop in on their prey
Gauging themselves until food becomes play
And then engorging on the fruit of their labor
As they devour it all, including their neighbors

And then there are the larks who sleep thru it all
Until morning comes and they begin sweet calls
As they flit about from one branch to the next
Never really knowing exactly what to expect

For their days - though mapped out and so very full
Are filled with unsureties for they don't have it all
Just a routine they have taken time to establish
Which they then follow as they attempt to stash

Food and other things for their own self-preservation
So many THINGS to provide peace and some elation
From the pressures of the world they have conceived
All bringing with it the stresses to make them peeved

And yet - some of those larks are able to sing so sweetly
As they chirp merrily along the tide of lives felt deeply
Always looking out for self and all of those bigger birds
Who hoot at night and sometimes make one perturbed

- Tristram

(c) Christopher W. Thomas
7:45am Thursday April 2nd, 1998