"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."