“Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!”
Lord Byron
The moon was out
The snow was falling
I was just now dozing off
When I heard him calling
“Who, Who, Who, Are You?”
He seemed to want to know
So, I very quickly got dressed
And went to meet him in the snow
“What, What, What, Is This?”
Now, he was inquiring of me
I felt compelled to answer him
“It’s our backyard Christmas Tree.”
“Why, Why, Why, Do You Do This?”
This late night visitor now asked
“To celebrate the birth of a child,
Born on earth, in the very distant past.”
“I know, I know, I know” he soon cooed
He was testing me, to see if I knew, too
“Merry Christmas, Visitor From The North!”
“You, Too! You, Too!” and now, off he flew
It seems that I had been blessed by a visit
From a wise old Snowy Owl, from the Arctic
As I watched him, flying off into the snowy night
I thanked God for Nature, my heart filled with bliss
The moon was out,
The snow was falling;
I was just now dozing off,
When I heard him calling.
Many Wondrous Snowy Owls from The Arctic,
Have Very Recently Arrived Here In The Midwest;
I Feel Extremely Honored, That One Has Visited Me,
Christmases With Snow and Snowy Visitors, Are The Best.
©A Week Before Christmas 2011, Mr. Ed
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*Mr Ed* such a caregiver!!!!
Lady Vivian
I really wanna know.
Cuz! That's the Who! Now I know that you've been into the wild turkey again. Your vinyl's spinning backwards and you're hallucinating. Patrick
Joy L. Hale
night call for the saviors birth. Peace and beauty in
your poem ~Mr. Ed.~ Merry Christmas ! Lady Mary Ann