The Bubbling Lore of The Babbling Bubo

Ryandi Pratama
songperday
Published in
Jul 30, 2021

She lives in a hut. She wears many hats. Yet there is something else she loves, more than her comfy hut and fancy hats.

She loves to talk.

She talks her way in and out. She talks while flying low and high. She talks while gliding far and wide.

She loves to talk, making friends, and cracking laughs.

She loves to talk, of stories of hope and love.

But she loves to dabble and sometimes causes trouble.

But she loves to ramble and sometimes lost a temper

She's the only owl, who has no sense of failure.

She is the bubo, the babbling purple bubo. She talks like she has no tomorrow. But the most of all, she listens, she treats you like she has been missing you for, ever.

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Ryandi Pratama
songperday

I write to explore my thoughts and dreams. Sometimes it is a fantasy story, poetry, movie idea, lyric, or a rant. Well, definitely a rant.