12 o' Clock Clouds and on the Street- Owl Street

Hidden alleys behind bedroom doors

Open up to the peak of a skyscraper,

A ruffled up escalator leads you downtown,

With boats sailing overhead and parachutes of paper.

Summer snow hills line the alleys,

You gaze at the owls as they soar into a golden sky,

A little down the street and you can touch the blue,

Step aside then duck as HootOwl dreams freewheel by.

Some owlsome magic unleashes the sky with sixty three shades,

Clouds burst into owl feathers and fall at your feet,

A voice whispers that this is your HootOwl Heaven

As you walk down Owl Street of Owl City.

Dedicated to the the owlsome _iridescenteyes_