Poem of the Month – A Wise Old Owl

A Wise Old Owl

By Edward Hersey Richards

A wise old owl sat on an oak,

The more he saw the less he spoke;

The less he spoke the more he heard;

Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?

Owl_at_Night

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