i happen to be be called wise by many 

an owl, the beauty of me is perplexing 

adorned in ages of wisdom and knowledge far more than any that has ever lived

wisdom that flow from inside me cannot be compared to any

but the flowing rivers of beauty 

even the gods in olympus come to me in times of need 

how then will Athena have me as her advisor

bathed in a pool of wisdom yet many underestimate my notion

even so i continue to be the all wise owl

the all wise owl who knows when and what

who and why

perfect and perfection

do not take the old wise owl for granted