The Owl 2020

The Owl 2020
Literary Contributions
I feel happy most of the time.
I am very good with a ball.
I sound like a man.
Love me because I have made you happy.
Remember me because of the emotions I
gave you.
Johnny Nicholson (II)
Guess Who?
I am small, colourful and delicious.
I am happiest when I’m hanging with my
bros.
I feel like falling.
I look like a drop of blood.
I sound like a child.
I taste like an explosion of juice and tiny
seeds.
Love me because of my magnificent
colour.
Remember me because of my delicious
taste and flavour.
Harper McCloskey (II)
What am I?
Kathleen Malone (V)
Hearing the noise of you coming home,
I’m filled with happiness knowing it’s my
own.
My tail wiggling in joy,
Every once in a while I’ll get a new toy.
Going on hikes to see beautiful sights,
I’ll stay with you on your sleepless nights.
You’ll never find two of the same,
Some breeds are harder to tame.
When it is needed I’ll protect you,
I’ll bare my teeth to a threat not caring
who.
Sometimes I’ll beg for your food,
I’m always there to cheer you up when
you’re in a bad mood.
Can’t you see I’m happy as can be?
As long as you’ll never leave me.
Yes, sometimes I can make a mess,
And we can do things that make you
stress.
But all we want is a loving home,
And a loving owner to call my own.
You will never regret staying with us as
we grow old,
And we will eventually listen to what were
told.
We leave paw prints in your heart,
We are as priceless as fine art.
So think of us as you must,
But we will always treat you with trust.
Sophie Graham (II)
Sausage rolls
I am a god, a warrior and I enjoy being
tucked
into a 13.5 tog hot and cosy duvet.
I feel like a million pounds.
I am a small child lying under the covers,
And I sound like gold falling on diamonds.
I taste like an Oscar award, love me
because I love myself.
Remember me because you will see my
beautiful companions all over the place.
Kris Mills (II)
The Runaway Turkeys
Out came the Christmas trees and tinsel as
Christmas day was fast approaching.
Tomorrow, the turkeys would be sent off.
However, the turkeys had no intention of
becoming Christmas diner. They had a
plan.
As the day faded away the turkeys began to
assemble. One by one they silently strutted
over to the timber gate. It was up to the
turkey in front to open the gate. Swift as the
wind, the turkey opened the gate. As it
swung open it gave a great groan. All the
turkeys froze. Fortunately, the night
remained silent.
Soon, the team of turkeys were on their
way. Their challenge was to get through the
town and into the woods. On they strutted,
illuminated by the moonlight. Within half
an hour the turkeys had made it to the town.
They hesitantly began to waddle into the
town. An anxious look had formed on their
faces. Who knew what they would meet in
here? Yet they kept moving forward
without looking back.
Suddenly, the turkeys came to an abrupt
halt. Just ahead of them a light still shone in
the butcher’s window. How could they pass
without being seen? “If only we could fly
like reindeers,” they thought.
Then the turkeys had an ingenious idea.
They would disguise themselves! Beside
the butchers was a joke shop. Slowly, the
turkeys tip-clawed towards it, making sure
to stay in the shadows. Methodically they
began to form a turkey-tower. The turkey
on top started to peck the lock and soon the
door opened. As the turkeys toppled in, they
spotted exactly what they needed. Chicken
masks!
So the runaway turkeys pulled on their
disguises and strode past the butcher’s shop
leaving the poor man staring at his eggnog
thinking, “but I only had one glass!”
Ciara Gilchrist (II)
Melissa Graham (II)
The Gold-rimmed Spectacles
One Christmas, not so long ago, there was
a little boy, who lived in a narrow, winding
street in the city of Belfast. This Christmas
was going to be the same as always, the one
at which there were no neatly-wrapped gifts
under the Christmas tree. The one which
didn’t even have a Christmas tree! The
problem was that they were a poor family
who could only just afford a stale loaf of
bread each day. Joe was a grateful young
boy, and although he was poor, he had a
kind, gentle soul which could make anyone
smile.
It was Christmas Eve when Joe spotted a
lonely figure, in a brown tweed coat, who
seemed disorientated and lost. The man had
a long, wispy, white beard of snow, and his
bright blue eyes sparkled as if they were
diamonds that had just been polished. He
wore gold-rimmed spectacles and seemed
to be consulting a shopping list of some
sort. Joe, being a kind-hearted boy,
approached the man to offer help. The man
replied with a strangely jolly voice that he
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