A poem for Owen

Owen Owl
by Owen's dad

Owen owl who was born mid morning
In mid June Virginia humidity
Owen owl who left intact, is showing
The world that he is whole as whole can be
Owen owl who flies in our backyard
Whose fate would be to be my son
Spread your wings so you can star
It’s your play, and here’s act one
I promise that I will be
The father that I never knew
I promise that I will see
You become a man whose path is true
Owen owl. Who-
Hoo!