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
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day