The Wise Old Owl
Perched on the tree
Others loved the chatter
The hare, the deer
The badgers, the squirrels
All seeing themselves as superior to the others
All want to be heard
All want to be seen
But the owl
the wise old owl
perched quietly on the branch
Watched and Listened
As they argued
Who was the best, the smartest
Who should be the leader
The wise old old was silent
Not for lack of opinion or thought
He in fact had many ideas
Many thoughts and observations about the world
But now was not the time
there was still so much learning to do
still so much observing to do
As he watched the world move
in all its faults and glory
He did not feel the need to babble ideas
If he had not seen them through
For words meant nothing
the only thing that can be heard is action
The Wise old owl thought to himself
As he observed and listened
Watched the others
with his luminous eyes lighting up
With thoughts and ideas
Of a better future for himself
and for the world
Since I was a young child I have always admired the owl, the idea of the “Wise Old Owl” was something that fascinated me and I always thought or wanted my character to resemble the Wise old owl.
I used this idea to demonstrate many of my views or thoughts.
- Just because someone is quiet does not mean they are not thinking. In fact the more time you spend talking, just to be heard the less time you will have to listen or to learn.
- Also I feel like much of politics today is people babbling over each other trying to prove who’s the best. Generally with the intentions of working for themselves rather than working for the country. In my opinion, any rational person who believes that being a politician or a leader is to work for the people (which is what is supposed to happen) they would not be eager to become president because they will know presidency is supposed to be a selfless job with the lives of millions on your shoulders. It is one that is filled (or should be filled) with sleepless nights and endless worry. As a mother worries about her children, a president should worry about the welfare of his people but unfortunately, whether it’s a first world country or third world country it is a rare sight.
This is the original nursery rhyme of the Wise Old Owl:
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?