Negating Another Famous Poet's Poem

i did not see an owl, i was not at all
careful about what the color of the path was,
i know it was dusk, but i forgot the color
if it was purple or gray,

i did not notice if the owl stirred, whether a fine dust
fell from its wings,

i was whistling, and there were
drunkards singing, and the morning came

i did not feel if the owl quavered, or what,

i am not as sensitive and as eloquent as you,
the light fell, and the path
was dirty.That all that i saw.

This is your copy from a
daring copycat.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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