Wooden Owl

A wooden owl with

Round yellow eyes

Hangs on my wall with two pins

Hearing my lies,

Seeing my sins.
Owl of wood, of dulling brown--
How great to be so wise and
To never utter a single sound
Save for when in anger

I swing your blocky chimes together

Proving knowledge you have not

For even though a sound you did so make
I relish to recall
That a hand of mine it so did take--
Making me the wiser afterall.
Oh, you old wooden owl with
Round yellow eyes--
Still watching my life,
Still hearing my cries.

dedicated to another teenage memory....