I heard the owl song
A song of uniqueness and contentment.
I have got no strength to fly so high like a hawk or mighty eagle
I get satisfied with insects, fishes and rodents as my meal.
I have got no tooth to chew
But I have got great ears that hears the sound of a prey hundred miles away
I rip my prey and swallow them whole
I have got big eyes
That sees the thinnest of my prey
I have got feathers with soft edges
That makes my flight unannounced
And allow me to stoop down on my prey without notice
I have got my strength
I have got my uniqueness
I have embraced my weaknesses
Don’t compare me with others
Give me my accolades.