Suddenly the owl lifted it's head
And spun it round
then opened it's beak
so there was I below
George Horse the Madman underneath
Crazed from whiskey and lost games
My skin covered in rash
and teeth filthy with Tabaco
I readied the gun
She leaped up and shook her wings
like a strange and oddly wild thing
and who?
who?
It spoke to me!
So I shot at it
and cursed all foul words
I felt lonesome
or itchy
wanting of women
and not knowing a thing.
