The Owlery
The cages circle,
most are empty in the morning,
the bustle of owls coming and going.
The mail has to run.
Oh, to be an owl .
in use at Hogwarts,
the stories they could tell,
the journeys from here to there.
Work never done.
the mice to be found.
The noise of the students.
The thrill of it all.
An owls life,
no studies,
no peaceful sleep,
no need to run.
Wait, what is that.
A new owl has arrived,
bearing the news ,
but what news.
They never tell,
for they do not know,
it is the one they see,
they know.
Owls are secret,
work never done,
the most trusted of all,
the good old owl post.
read and review please. It is a lame poem but it's mine. Please read We Fight Together. It is a story not a poem. Hopefully you will like it better.
Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter or the owls.