A wise old owl lived in an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old Bird?
I don't see owls as cute, nor do I see them as nasty creatures, I see them as wise, mostly because of the childhood nursery rhyme/poem (above) about a wise old owl that listened. I can really relate to this, I'm a very quiet soul who does not speak for the sake of hearing my own voice and would much rather listen to someone else speak and learn from what they have to say then be the center of attention in a conversation.