The Owl

Owl! Owl! Hooting in the night
Golden eyes shining bright
Feathers that glisten
And don’t make a sound, not even if you listen

What immortal of the skies
Would put the sorrow in thou eye?
What wing will carry the heavy burden of thou sorrow
Though today and tom mow?

What warriors would do for thou’s silent flight?
To add them in the endless fight
Thou’s battle screech strikes fear
Into any heart who dares to hear

As thy swoops down from great height
Snatching prey of the night
Finishing the circle of thines hand
That made thou’s beautiful land


Owl! Owl! Hooting in the night
Golden eyes shining bright
Feathers that glisten
And don’t make a sound, not even if you listen





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