The Owl

    The Owl streaks through the darkness,
    like a feather carried by the wind.
    He remains unseen, but still,
    he softly glides and hoots.

    The night is as black as coal,
    but the Owl can still see.
    He looks through his beady eyes,
    watching for the prey.

    The Owl gets an instinct,
    that danger is quite near.
    So as the cunning fox pounces,
    the Owl has flown away.

    But still the Owl is watching,
    for a tasty morsel to eat.
    Soon the mouse starts crossing,
    the lawn of velvet-black.

    The Owl has spied the mouse,
    and quietly swoops towards it.
    Then, still unseen, he swoops down,
    and takes the mouse in his mouth.

    After a while the Owl perches,
    on a branch just by his nest.
    Just as the sun begins to rise,
    he nods and falls asleep.