On a moonlit nite sat an owl on a tree,
Two short, deep “hoot” followed by a long “hoot” hoot” sound,
Active during the twilight hours of dawn and dusk,
Flat face, large eyes and a small sharp beak,
Hunts its prey with stealth and surprise,
Watching and guarding the path from passersby,
Watching every move flapping the wings and making sounds,
Eyes bright piercing through the darkness,
Nothing escapes the eye,
I walk away silently and make my way away from its path hoping the owl does not catch me..
Creative Envision 