Owl Of My Night. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Out walking with the yellow moon-my friend
I heard a grey old owl
Who has spoken with me before
Do not dismiss what I have to say-he said
For all will happen to us soon
I am feeding tonight
For the first time in days
And my prey he runs in dread
But life is short and times are rough
Of mice and men its true
It may not be me
But watch out my fellow
Something is hunting you
What could daunt you my friend-i asked
You are tougher than old nails-shortly then
When I found him dead
Under the old fence rails-oh no
Iwept in the moonlight
I trembled in the dark
Cause my time would soon be up-i feel
No one hears the word of the owl
Without knowing that all will fail
I sweat and hide in long grass drills
While the wind whips my face
I've been told so now I put on hold
All plans for future thrills
The old Grey Owl, he been dead alright
And sure enough I know
I'll be joining him tonight.