After the visit of the rain,
And a little grace of wind,
Sleepy heads went to bed,
Living the Owl all to herself.

From one tree to another,
Seeking for what to eat,
I think she was unlucky,
As her voice faded away.

Another moment, it drizzled,
With some drumbeats on roofs,
Not too serious and won’t relax,
Then, my head was still awake.

From my lower abdomen,
I felt some unusual times,
Trying to turn to the left,
It felt like I could be killed.

Sharp pains on each breathe,
And my legs were fully gone,
My...