The Afraid and Sarcastic Owl

Whose owl is that? I guess I know. 
Its owner is quite pleased though. 
Full of delight like a dazzling rainbow, 
I observe him laugh. I holler hello. 

He gives his owl a shake, 
And giggles until her belly aches. 
The only other sound is the break, 
Of distant waves and birds awake. 

The owl is afraid, sarcastic, and deep, 
But he bears pledges to keep, 
After confection and lots of sleep. 
Sweet fantasies come to him cheap. 

He rises from his delicate bed, 
With thoughts of kittens in his head, 
He devours his jam with lots of bread. 
Ready for the day ahead.