a little book of prose-poetry ... 83

O wise little owl

Of forest and fen,

Of fabled

Nocturnal renown,

Didst thy nightly flight

On this moonlit night

Take thee to 

WhimsiLand Town?

We pray ’tis so,

For where’er you go

In your wondrously

Wisdomly way,

All’s well:

We know;

We can tell.

— Garry D. Kilbourn