The Judge is Like the Owl

The Judge is like the Owl

I've heard my Father tell

And Owls do build in Oaks

So here's an Amber Sill

That slanted in my Path

When going to the Barn

And if it serve You for a Horse

Itself is not in vain

About the price-'tis small

I only ask a Tune

At Midnight- Let the Owl select

His favorite Refrain

Emily Dickinson

Really cool poem by Emily Dickinson. Cool imagery regarding owls.