An Owl's Feather
I walk lightly through the underbrush,
I do not talk, but only plunder,
The moon shimmering from above in a frolage of light,
I will soon see my love,
But I instead stumble upon a feather,
A beautiful feather of white and black,
As tough as leather but as delicate as a kite,
I might keep this beauty of a feather,
But my sight will not let me close,
For a snake stands in my way,
I will make this snake go away,
But before I need be,
A bird scoops up the snake and carries it away,
My owl, oh my owl, my protector,
For, as my token, I have an owl's feather,
The soft breeze rustles it,
It does not make me sneeze, but only laugh,
For this night had been tough, but sweet, oh so bittersweet,
The cold air steams my breath,
I'm old but lean, my name is Seth,
But as for an owl's feather,
I am young, the woods around me becoming a playground,
For the night to come has become my light,
The stars so bright, the moon making so much light,
I think I might be young again,
For my protector, the owl,
saved my life, leaving me a token,
An owl's feather, oh yes, an owl's beautiful feather.
So now, I smile,
I think I might walk a mile
