Dressed as a knight,
An owl looks great,
Armour clad, tight,
But it isn’t night!
The light is bright
Ready to fight
But neck looks straight
And it isn’t night!
It waits for war
From eagles far
Who spot a star
When it isn’t night!
When comes moon-light
It has its bite
With better sight
And it is night!
And in star-light
It gets limelight
Slave when 'tis bright
Master of night!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 16-9-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem