Playing hide and seek under the moonless sky,

he sits perched outside my window,

Calling through the night.

Who?

Who?

Little owl, don’t you think it’s time for sleep?

You have been keeping me awake for the past three hours,

will you please stop asking me the questions I cannot answer?

Who?

Who?

Who what… owl?

Shot JFK?

I really don’t know who,

but I’ll tell you who’s about to shoot the damn little owl!

And I swear on my life that if you ask me again,

I will light your nest on fire and watch it

crumble into nothing more than mere ashes before your very eyes.

And I will laugh as your whos become whys,

asking me why did I do it,

why did I destroy everything?

And all I will say is,

Who? Me?