The Night Owl

September 14, 2012
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
A cold sleepless night
With the soft raindrops,
Making the coolest music on earth

While the whole world
Sleeps, snores and dreams away,
Tired of all the dramas of the day,

There sits a night owl
Meditating quietly in the silent night,
Staring at the darkness with its bright eyes wide

When the world has shut itself
And when there’s not a sign of life,
The night owl spreads its wings and comes alive

It’s their share of the day
The owls rule the night, with all the freedom
And not a sleeping soul would ever grasp the night kingdom

The night itself is a mystery
And the night owl is the most mysterious creature
They know what you know not and share a special secret
Unlike the common early bird
Which flatters, splatters and chatters all day,
The night owl sits quietly and meditates away…

Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

moderndayEmilyDickinson This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 7, 2014 at 6:16 pm
Awesome. I love this. Your poem has a unique mystery with it and is absolutely beautiful, like Longlegs said. I love your poem and also, haha I love owls. Thank you for sharign this.
Longlegs said...
Aug. 7, 2014 at 9:11 am
One of the most beautiful owl poems I've ever seen. Fantastic job!
Site Feedback