Poezie The Wise Old Owl

Like the Solomon of fowl

Sat a wise old owl

Perched in a Sycamore tree,

While the moonlight glimmered

And the starlight shimmered,

These words he spoke to me:



"I guess you've heard

I'm a wise old bird,

And if wisdom you would find...

Always look for the best

And your life will be blest,

To all others' faults be blind.



"In this life, I know

You will find it so

That if you think kindly of others,

You'll soon find that it's true

They'll think kindly of you...

*Praise* your sisters and your brothers!"



You may think me a fool ~

Owls don't talk, as a rule,

But in solemn tone he said:

"Don't be quick to enact

Words you'll wish to retract,

Dwell upon the *good* instead!"



Though I hate to admit it,

I could see, once I did it,

What that wise owl said was true.

Your faults I'll overlook

'Cause it says in The Book

What you sow comes back to you!



Now, if you will agree

With what he said to me,

Then *my* faults you will ignore...

Like that sage bird said

We'll both come out ahead

If we judge less, and *praise* more!