Chester the great horned owl
Could not seem to land on his branch
Flight after flight he tried
But his wings kept flapping
And right on by heâd fly
Tired of always being in flight
He knew he must succumb . . .
To this silly old fear
And simply put down
His landing gear
But night after night
The story did repeat
Chester was so tired
He was feeling quite beat
With his eyes low
And his wings so tired
He spotted two little field mice
As white as snow
And in one gentle scoop he picked them up
Feeling he might be just in luck
He told them both he refused to eat them
If they would simply agree to help him
Itâs a win, win, with out a doubt
They keep their life for helping him out.
He dropped them in the tree
Where they perched themselves up
On his branch they held on tight
A flag in hand
And the target too
Two little mice with a job to do
And in one powerful thrusting flight
Chester Launched forward with all his might
Two little mice
Holding on for dear life . . .
Looking determination in the eyes, having never felt fear for their lives.
~ Raja Williams, All Rights Reserved 9/4/2013
This was written and inspired by this Inspiration Call: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=143491685861838&set=a.139274952950178.1073741828.138199699724370&type=1&theater
