In an old oak tree in the middle of a wood
Any passerby with a close eye could
See an owl sat tall and proud
Being as quiet as a cloud
Swiftly the owl took flight
Taking off through the night
Hunting for prey in the dark
No noise except for the creak of the bark
A small movement caught her eye
A small prey id about to die
Being eaten by this great beast
Eaten by her chicks as a midnight feast
The small creature let out a squeak
As the owl held it in her beak
The small mouse awaited its fate
Unfortunately it was just too late
The owl flew up once more
With the mouse now in her claw
Taking the poor mouse back up to her nest
For her chicks, small mice are best
All is quiet in the wood
Not a sound could be heard which was good
No one was awake but a man in a hood
He smiled to hinself
This was the greatest wealth
To see the wonders of the night
What a wonderful, wonderful sight
