The Grey Owl Poem by Anthony Nwosu

I saw you
When the breeze came to greet men
I saw you
Standing like a coronated king
Looking at kingdoms to conquer
Premature evening brought you out
To grace my curious eyes

My mum once said,
Anytime an owl sings
Someone must die
At midnight
Is when it starts.

But here you are
So innocent and noble
Painted with grey
Gaiety and panache over run your face
Then immediately you turned
Your round black eyes met mine
One million things attacked your mind
Am I a hunter?
Am I a bird eater?
Oh! Wise grey owl
Worry less about me
I am just an admirer
Who left his duty
To watch your beauty
Beauty mixed with mystery
A certain importance sits on your beak
Descend and multiply my words
So everyone who reads this poem
Shall become a poet