"I'm stuffed" said the owl

"I think on my last prowl,

I ate far too many mice."

Hunting all night,

Certainly builds one's appetite

And the little rodents taste rather nice."

"How can I put this delicately?

You're dead! Just like me."

Said one of the many other owls in the room.

"You were gutted from tail to head,

Filled with dust, stitched with thread

This peculiar expression to forever assume."

"Kiss your hopes and dreams goodbye

Never more will you fly.

Your powerful wings will soon collect dust.

And while the little mice run free

You'll be on this shelf, for eternity

Pondering if your fate has been just."