A Wise Old Owl

A wise old owl sat on an oak.

The more he saw the less he spoke;

The less he spoke the more he heard;

Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?

EDWARD HERSEY RICHARDS

 

THE FEAST

Those who are not mine

I will dine and flatter,  

Entertain and strive to please,

For they do not matter.

 

But for friendship’s feast

Compliments demean us;

Rock for seat and sky for roof

And the truth between us.

NORA B. CUNNINGHAM