Wise Ol' Owl Poem by Gregory Huyette

Wise ol' owl stealthily hides in trees and green
So that all day he'll hardly ever be seen.
He sleeps while people harangue and harass,
And terrorize each other on highways en mass.

As the sun starts to set with the rise of the moon,
This gorgeous creature emerges and soon
The night is his café and the menu his fare.
He swoops through darkness with a silent stare.

Steely eyes, wing span and superiority of sound
Leave little chance for prey that is soon found.
He conquers the darkness all through the night,
Disappearing in greenery when rays are in sight.