Mr. Hoot, the owl
Mr. Hoot was an owl who liked to sit atop his tree
Mr. Hoot was an owl, just as they were, but differently
Mr. Hoot sat all night and slept all day
Mr. Hoot made a noise, except in his own kind of way
He liked to hoot.
He liked to holler.
But try as he might, he always felt bothered
You see, Mr. Hoot felt sad, for he did not make the same sound …
The sound of his friends – the sound that he heard all around !
Would he ever be like the others, Mr. Hoot thought in the night ?
And what could he do, to ever make it right ?
And then one day, something magical appeared
A gray light on the horizon, up, up, above … over here !
The magnificent circle came down from its cloud
Seated itself to Hoot’s right, and said, ‘why are you down’ ?
Hoot wanted to scream !
Could it really be the moon, sitting there, right there, for only him to see ?
Before an answer, he was lifted into the sky
‘Up, up, away’, said the moon, and they went up into the night
Off they went, together into the stars
The clouds below them became dots as they throttled to mars
Orange, red, yellow and black
All the colors came streaming forwards as they raced up the track
An endless rush of feeling came
When he turned back around, and saw the ground where he made his name
Hoot felt everything all at the same time
A knowingness that only dawned on him after the climb
All the owls, young and old
All together, nothing untold
So foolish had he been, feeling out of place
No need to feel alone when deep down, all have the same face
Colors blurred and he felt so at peace
The owl within him came to rest – all fears suddenly cease
Just a place to be, a time to enjoy
Friends to be had, no matter girl, no matter boy
The idea of different, wasn’t so different after all
Especially when we all sit atop the same wall
Back on his tree, Hoot hooted out loud
Knowing his tune was forever his and always worth being proud.