Lord Of The Night Poem by sylvia spencer

At the closing of everyday, there is a wise old bird
that comes out to play. When night time falls and the
sun goes down there he sits wearing that same old
frown. He's a very proud bird who is swift on the wing
with the sharpness of a needle and as wise as a king.
He's a hunter of rodents who dives with a swoop, then
into his talons he takes with one scoop.When he sits on
a branch you can see he has power and that's where he
stays in his ivory tower. Then with one full swoop he dives
to the ground and leaves no prey safe or sound.
This wise old owl who is 'Lord of the Night' is an
incredible creature that stays out of sight; but you
will know when he's around because you will hear
that old familiar sound.