There is a tree 
It has a hole 
Inside this hole 
Resides an owl. 
He does not fly 
But hears us all 
And here is the story 
About a baby owl.

From the corner of your eye, 
Like a child"s dream, 
You can see his footprint 
In the moonlight gleam. 
Where the grass is growing 
And the berries too 
Baby owl is roaming 
Invisible to you.
Once he heard a cry, 
Somewhere - way too far 
Cry of a little kitten, 
As if the fallen star. 
Somewhere under bolder, 
In a little hole 
Poor baby kitten 
Was crying all alone;
Little owl said - 
"I will find his home!" 
And he found the kitten - 
Crying all alone. 
Sun already set 
And the moon was shining 
Suddenly the kitten 
Saw someone's footprint running,
Moving in the circles 
Jumping up and down 
Going back and forward 
On the sandy ground. 
Eyes of little kitten 
Sparked with dynamite 
Tail piped and fiddled 
As if conducting sound.
Kitten jumped into the forest 
Chasing tracks away 
Stars were glaring at this game 
As if Shakespeare"s play.
As the moonlight,
Let the owlet roam.
Kitten ran right through the forest 
Straight to kitten"s home.