In The Muck: A Collection of Anagrams

Mr. Owl Ate My Metal Worm

Mr. Owl held such sinful virtues.

Riding high through smog and storm.

Owl's sons are cunning linguists,

Words doth flow from silver lips.

Let falsehoods rage from deep below.

And the sun shone down upon them,

Teeming with the fog of Heaven.

Ending once the moon awoke.

"Must we carry on much further?"

Youngest owl asked his kin.

"Mione, silence your heedless tongue!"

Evil stirs within the words of the father.

Talons jitter under skin.

At once, the birds ride off into moonlight.

Littlest owl bows his head in shame.

Wise Mr. Owl encompasses the sons.

Old wings and thorns threaten the wandering spirit.

Raigon, the oldest, knows this well.

Mione knows not the might of the father.