The Owl

The Owl

Ghostlike hunter of the night
Soaring out in silent flight
Deftly, he swoops down to the ground
He's seen a mouse atop a mound

With amber eyes of fear and dread
The mouse, transfixed, will soon be dead
Owl eats his fill, then flies away
It's not a crime, it's nature's way

Back to his nest the owl must go
The night is gone, it's morning so
He must return to the old barn
And sleep as sparrows greet the dawn