The northern spotted owls do keep
Together all their lives to mate
In Pacific Northwest woods deep,
With awareness of their kind's fate
That only a few still exist.
There used to be so many there.
But this pair of owls do persist
To tend the nest the two do share,
Where they do rest during the day.
But active through the night they be,
Out on the hunt for the small prey
To take care of their family.
The owls instinctively know of
The feeling the humans call love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem