The Lament and the Owl
'I mean I don't want to think anymore,
emphasis on think' added the sad squirrel
Dropping from a branch to the forest floor
As he said it he gave his tail a swirl
'I was not aware that you even thought'
Said the great owl perched upon a birch
Ignoring the glare that the squirrel shot
'Perhaps there's a way...hmmm I could research..'
'Alas there is not, I've thought it all through!'
Cried the squirrel, paws raised up to falling leaves
'No you haven't, it's too broad an issue'
'Yes I have, you can't fathom how it grieves!'
The owl spun it's head and gave a smirk
Left its perch and ate the squirrel in a jerk