I'm Stanley. a snowy owl who
Does like to perch somewhere on high
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
And sense the world as it goes by.
All of my senses are quite keen,
But hearing is my most acute,
Often hearing what is not seen,
Giving me head start on pursuit.
A mouse may think it's hidden well
Under the leaves or under snow.
The mouse makes sounds and I can tell
Just where it is and there I go.
So when you come and I you see,
A listener is what I be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All of my senses are quite keen, But hearing is my most acute, Often hearing what is not seen, Giving me head start on pursuit... hearing what is not seen. makes me think a lot after reading ur poem. tony