The Owl

Hoot hoot and shout
The Owl is about
To fly through the Forrest
Living without
 
The fear of the city
Corruption and lies
Looked down on by he
Who watches us die
 
 
Free from the feeling
Of taxes and debt
Fly to the shore
To watch the sun set
 
Not hearing the sound
Of things going slow
But enjoying the sounds
Of birds below
 
 
Not restricted by people
Not restricted by classes
Not having to be
One of the masses
 
Hoot hoot and shout
The Owl is about
To fly through the Forrest
While we are without