Elf And Owl Poem by Ima Ryma

An owl was flying through the night
In winter time over some trees,
And down below did see some light,
So landed on a branch with ease,
To find an elf brewing some tea
Over a small fire he had lit.
When the elf spotted the owl, he
Asked the owl to please rest a bit.
What a polite elf, the owl thought,
And hooted out, 'Yes, I sure will.'
Soon the tea was ready and hot.
The elf brought forth two cups to fill.

The owl said, 'No, ' and thanked the elf,
'I'm a coffee drinker myself.'