A book of poems, songs, and short stories .

The Night's Owl

Midnight struck across the land and all the daytime critters ran,

Home to their burrows and holes

As fast as they could go,

To await the sun

Of the next day to come,

Not all animals await the sun's shine,

But instead some await the moon's peaceful beam.

One night crawler awoke once the the sky was murky blue,

Eyes a piercing yellow with a body full of feathers.

An owl, her wings gently flapping without making a sound,

She flew on the prowl for an unlucky mouse or an unwelcome owl,

She drifted slowly, carefully and watchfully,

Squawked a greeting to a lone wolf,

And screeched a warning to an unwelcome trespassing animal.

As she continued on her nightly route,

She found her hatchlings and her mate.

They all gave her a friendly hoot,

Then together they continued on track,

Finally finding everyone to share a great midnight snack.

After eating she let out a hoot to gather everyone on spot,

They continued home and her hatchlings grew wary,

Her mate was now watching them closely,

After all it was his job and his main priority

To keep them safe for all eternity.

At last they reached their knocked out tree,

And they all settled on its branches happily

Soon enough her family settled in for the coming day,

But she did not settle in.

And instead did something that not most owls do,

She stared and watched as the sun came into view,

She hooted to the day critters a greeting,

to tell them her version of goodnight.

As she creeped into the nest, she surprisingly found her mate awake

He said in a hushed, awed voice that she really is The Night's Owl.