To swallow an owl

Alone was I when it came through the glass,
"Where am I?", thought my mind before much time could pass,
a shape had come out, I couldn't tell what it was,
but I knew it was real, and the room began to turn.
It halted and what was, was not no more.
Liquid color with bright sounds, decorated every wall.
And so soon as now those walls, where oh! so tall.
the shape began to speak, it spoke in words...
I'm pretty sure, but nothing seemed to make some sense.
Up got it, and to my side it crawled,
And to my amazement, I suddenly just yawned.
The thing got swallowed, sucked, more like it.
I don't know yet, but I think it was frightened.
Before my words could say a vowel,
that big dumb thing, turned into an towel.
Slowly it spoke, and wisely it expressed,
"I'm not a towel you daft punk, I am indeed an owl",
And it proceeded with grand eloquence,
to point out how everything is real (and how badly I was dressed),
As high as the wind can colorfully travel,
I knew it began, that trouble would unravel.
My mind was blown, and the owl departed
and then is when I knew, that over it was,
before it started.

Up next: Some other Woody Allen rip-off (not-very-good-rip off, I must add...)