White Spectre Flying. Poem by Fay Slimm

The forest was dim.
Dusk had set in
Unobtrusively.

A clearing appeared
Dogs' barks sounded weird
Unexpectedly.

Caused him to veer instead.
Old barns lay ahead
Unsurprisingly.

He stopped in his track
And whistled dogs back
Unsuspectingly.

But to his delight
Barn-owl took to flight
Unintentionally.

White spectre in dusk
Ghost wings shown thrusting
Unrestrainedly.

A blood curdling shriek
Came strident from beak
Undeniably.

Dogs took to their heels
But he vowed, with zeal
Unpretentiously.

To return soon to mark
In daylight, not dark
Underhandedly.

Sans dogs, this same plot.
Soon nestlings he'd spot
Unmistakably.