The graceful owl
Hunts
at twilight
And
listens to hear
A
victim in the night
Then
swoops down
In
silent flight
Not
to prevent
Its
prey taking fright
But
fear of losing
What
is out of sight
The graceful owl
Hunts
at twilight
And
listens to hear
A
victim in the night
Then
swoops down
In
silent flight
Not
to prevent
Its
prey taking fright
But
fear of losing
What
is out of sight
Fresh snow absorbed all sounds As it fell steadily on the landscape The quiet becoming eerily magical All hushed, peaceful and pri...