The wind and the rain got into a fight. The wind gave the rain great open-handed cuffs and buffets, trying to drive it back where it came from, and the rain flung gouts and sloshes at the wind, trying to drag it down under its own sodden weight.
Some time ago we promised another competition for which the prize would be a family pass to the Nietzsche Fun Park in beautiful Basingstoke. The Owl has now provided us with the material for a quiz based on his close reading of Wowliam Shakespeare, and has added a bonus prize of a copy of his own book, Hoots Mon: Conversations with Owls.
Continue reading Tales from the Owl: a Shakespeare quiz
‘Be off with you,’ said the first ant. It was his territory. Continue reading Tales from The Owl – Antagonists
My cowlourful life Continue reading Tales from The Owl
Two owls were born into the same family. The older was obedient, hardworking and well-mannered, all in all a credit to his family. The younger was idle, rude and vain. He spent all his time staring at himself in windows or ponds and bullying other birds out of birdbaths so that he could sleek and polish his feathers.
Immutabilities (Wowliam Blake)
He who smiles upon a shark
shall ever bear the fish’s mark
crawling the earth
no matter where
you lurk in leaves
Once the world and all the planets were coloured stones in the enormous pockets of a giant named Roar. Roar was all there was and there was nothing but Roar. He stood alone in the immense darkness for billions and billions of years until an idea formed in his mind. And this was the idea: ROAR BORED. Billions more years passed. And then a new idea: ROAR PLAY. Roar’s hands went into his enormous pockets and pulled out the coloured stones.