Owls

An owl sat alone
On the branch of a tree
And he was as quiet
As quiet could be.
His eyes were open,
And round like this: OO
He looked all around,
Not a thing did he miss.

Some children crept up
To the branch of the tree
And they were as quiet
As quiet could be.
Said the wise old owl
"Too wooh! To wooh!
Then up jumped the children
And away they flew!

My owl is drawn on the tag with markers and colored pencils. I deconstructed a pine cone to use for feathers but had to cut each leaf of the cone with an inverted "v"  to get them flat enough to overlap. For the downy feathers, I used pine straw. He didn't turn out quite as I had hoped...I guess we all know "WHOOOO" took on a life of his own. The poem is an old nursery rhyme that we were taught in school fifty years ago (or perhaps a bit more). We sat quietly in a circle on the floor, with our thumbs and forefingers in circles around our widened eyes, calling out, "Too whoo! Too whoo!" before jumping up, flapping our wings and flying back to our desks. Isn't it odd the things one remembers?