Larry The Owl
Noble creature that you were, for but a day I knew you. I had no concept of your life, or how the world had slew you. In a box you waited quiet, for help that made it, if too late. I know now so much more than then, and think profane your wretched fate. I'm sure you would have hated me, aside from in your final hours. I doubt you would have hung out on my couch and talked about the trees or flowers. I would have probably tried to give you snacks, that aren't fit for owls at all. But that's the impression that you've made, I know quite a bit about you now, and would not give you lemonade. In another life we might be friends, I think I'd like that very much. No mice need suffer for our health, we'll find some common ground and such. I named you for no reason, save that Larry was the name I said. I hope to have such patience when I am nearly dead. I'd like to thank you earnestly for not tearing off my flesh, that was my primary wariness and in that I was refreshed. In retrospect you were awesome, you had dignity and charm. I'd gladly have preserved you, or kept you safe from harm. Of course you didn't know me, nor did I know you, but you changed my opinion of owls and so the world owes that to you. Not that I'm of great means, but an owl I would defend. I knew you but a day, and that day I made a friend.