carver reads his poem

This week I ran a story about Carver the owl writing his first poem.  Writing poetry is as confounding to me as flying a fighter jet.  So I never wrote a poem for Carver.  The whole story is about the process of him writing a poem, and I didn’t think the poem itself mattered.

I thought wrong.

Due to popular demand, I present to you Carver’s poetry reading (in some parts of the country this would be called a “slam”).

In two parts:carvers-poem1 carvers-poem2