Posing For The Directory
Hello there—name’s B. Owl, pleased to meet your gaze,
Local legend, night patrol, working oddball days.
I haunt your hood, patrol your block,
A burrow boss around the clock.
My family tree? Oh, quite profound
We dig our dreams straight underground.
Champions of the sandy sprawl,
Cape Coral knows—we’re tiny but tall.
We’re pocket-sized predators, yes, that’s the deal,
Mini Hawk vibes with a bargain‑meal feel.
Feathers fierce but fun-sized, cute,
Think raptor… in a travel‑size suit.
Prolific? Please. We multiply like gossip,
Burrowing babies—you simply can’t stop us.
We’ve got runway legs—oh, honey, they strut,
Long, lean lines? Yes, we serve that cut.
Takeoff smooth, landing bold,
Frequent flyer miles untold.
We soar like Allegiant—no snacks, no frills,
Just feathered finesse and aerodynamic thrills.
By day we chirp, by night we scream,
We cluck, we rasp—we run the theme.
Coo, rattle, shout, a vocal buffet
Broadway cast of the avian way.
So do admire us—but mind your space,
We’re cute, not cuddly—respect the face.
Spring has sprung—our season’s prime,
Burrows buzzing—it’s go‑time, it’s time!
