by Lynelle Kendall
I’m standing in queue,
With you, you and you,
Feathered comrades all waiting to pay.
At the front sits an owl,
With a permanent scowl,
Give me patience! I’ve been here all day.
I’ve forms in my pinions,
And formed an opinion,
That registrations take too long.
At last it’s my turn,
With the owl looking stern,
Asking questions about right and wrong.
His queries abated.
How long I had waited!
Then he handed me paper and quill.
I loudly protested,
At the figure suggested,
So large was the size of my bill!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7