A wizened old owl in Willow Tree Woods
told stories to Gideon as wise owls should
about the willow woodland fair
And all the creatures he’d find there
A tiniest bird with red on her chest
Making a perfect lichen nest
Hummy the hummingbird, small as can be
Makes a home for her family of three
There is Bartholomew Beaver a feller of trees
though seldom will bother one full of bees
He’s ever busy making his family safe
an underground cabin, a fabulous place
A tiniest chipmunk, Chippy’s the name
Who’s protected by Tree Beard and loves to play games
On warm sunny days he scampers about
Hoping that Gideon will get to come out.
Follow the nut to find the squirrel Grey,
Munching and crunching his stash of the day,
He gets in trouble, a sneaky boy
Who likes to grab wee Chippy’s toys.
Don’t forget Stinky, who’d miss that smell
But he surely has lots of stories to tell
Of folk who run when they see his rump wiggle
He does it on purpose and it makes his friends giggle.
Sitting quietly on a branch of the willow
a finch of gold, a mighty fine fellow
who shares the news of woodland days
when wizened old owl is snoring away.
But as dark settles in, Owl’s eyes open wide
Watching as Gideon dreams by his side
Looking over his bed, he who whoos soft and low
His own wise blessing for a boy who’s loved so!
Update- Gideon's counts are going down, no need for lights- thank the Lord!
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