A Mute Point

 

The Hootie owl hollers

all the night long through

Leaving me to toss and turn

as sleepless sleepers do

I can not poke him with a stick

he’s in the tree – up top

I tried politely asking him

If he would care to stop

but with hooting he’s persistent

On a mission – so to speak

I’d like to wrap a rubber band

around his little beak

Then every time he tried to hoot

a muffled mute from tree

would finally let me fall asleep

for a mute point hooting be.