The owl in its tree !

Well , life in uncertain . The changes are sudden and may come at the most inopportune of  times . This is just a verse that tries to convey this message . I have tried incorporating a hint of dark humor to get my point across . Read it and tell me how it sounds .

Taking in the sights , 

In the dead of the night ,

When only the fireflies did burn bright , 

Our dear owl peered down the height .

Of his dear dwelling , his tree ,

Which had been his abode since he became free .

From the confines of his egg's shell ,

Away which fell , 

And out hopped the owl , stepping over them . 

Lovingly he looked at the plant's stem , 

Which only last solstice ,the north winds planted .

The flowers aren't pretty , he granted , 

But the wondorous smell which it spreads , 

Made the owl smell like a gone bad piece of bread . 

He threw a glance at his friend the bat , 

Who hanging upside down from the adjacent tree

 Was grinning like a cheshire cat .

He reminisced of their friendship ,

Born out of the hardship 

Of  being the oddballs of their respective home tree .

They had formed a bond so deep , firm and true .

That no matter what , he thought\

No trouble between them could ever brew . 

Suddenly , Zeus' bolt went awry , 

And came to an end the owl's story . 

For the misdirected bolt , hit the owl's home , 

Burn it to a crisp and left a roasted owl for the world to behold .