I came across you one summer's day
While rambling through countryside far away.
I found you such a beautiful thing,
So expertly crafted from claw to wing.
Every feather was true to life
And as I drew nearer I felt the knife
That had carved a totem from living wood,
Creating a species not yet understood.
You incarnated on Earth as a Tree,
But who you are now is what puzzles me.
Are you this Owl that my eyes behold,
Or is it still Spirit of Tree that you hold?
Your lack of movement denies the former,
Plus if you were he you'd feel much warmer.
Yet, although hewn from trunk you're more than Tree.
So Treeowl I conclude you to be!