Oh, my love, so wise and keen,
Eyes like lanterns softly agleam.
Perched upon a branch of thought,
Wisdom spun from dreams you caught.
Feathers brush the moonswept air,
Knowledge tucked in every stare.
Hoots that echo, soft and true,
Drawing stars to dance with you.
Pages turn beneath your wing,
Books of wonders gently sing.
I could sit a thousand nights,
Lit by your cartoonish insights.
Oh, my love, an owl so grand,
Cartoon wisdom, feathered hand.
In your world of bright and wise,
We\'ll soar past mountains, touch the skies.