It's rarely seen during the day
a camouflage, at night silhouette
predator with feathers, browny grey
round head, dark eyes a threat.
Wingspan one meter wide
rounded head, hooked beak
hunt, where rodents hide
no matter what they seek.
A pair will defend with aggression
their woodland home, a hollow oak
while fledgling make an impression
let go of young when they awoke.
They have fallen in decline
with a lifespan of 4 years
it has a amber list inline
with conservation fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem