The Owl Poem by Phil Soar

I wandered
carefree and calm
the balmy night a strange a quiet place
the woods at night
dark and the only sound an owl's message
to others seeking his hunting ground
a warning if you like
his silence otherwise would go unnoticed
his wings might take flight
but he makes no sound tonight
except his warning call
among the trees he spies on them all
seeking out those who are careless
taking those who do not share his guile
he feeds his young
and when they are gone
his job is done