On occassian I would meet an Owl who had a long feathers extended down like dreads She would speak to me in great humlity and wisdom and this is what she once said Lo! I have lived and traveled to many different places both and here and there. And it appears envy, gossip and incomprehension rules everywhere. Lo! But for the life of me and I may never know why! Some birds have wings but they utterly refuse to fly! Instead they stumble blindly and weak they live to support the strong. Right or wrong they march on to the beat of a song that is not their own. And then there are others whom out of spite throw stones but they do not like to catch'em. Fowl who seem to loathe in misery strangely this too I could never fathom.