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
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems