The Owl

A solitary soul
Nocturnal and true
Hunting by the cover of night
The Owl truly is a mystical sight
A stealth like approach
With silent descent
It's laser sharp eyes does not relent
Spotting it's prey from way up high
The element of surprise
It's silent ways
It's plumage like an invisible cloak
Camouflage is no joke
Invisible to it's prey
Loving to eat small rodents and birds
Insects from high in the trees
A harbinger of death - is what some believe
Whilst others love this wise old owl
Spirits of scholars - a symbol of the wise
Living in forestry and farmers barns
Keeping the pests at bay
A sign of protection within ancient realms
This wonderful bird of prey
Sharp talons and a powerful beak
Hooked for grip with a scissor like motion
To kill and tear away
Fearful for their prey
A strategic predator
King of the skies
Haunting to hear it's calls at night
The silhouette of the moon
The Owls midnight tune
A sign of spiritual regency
High for the status quo
For others warnings and omens
For me it's a creature of beauty
One that shines at night
The shadows of its wings as they silently take flight
Lovely big eyes and bobbing head
Able to see far and wide
Protector of it's family with a sense of pride
Colours to blend with nature
Evolving and real
Carrying messages since the beginning of time
Myths and legends foretold
Stories that for many -will never grow old x

Written by Melanie Moses