Savior Poem by Luna Moon

Crickets chirp,
In the black of night.
Where the owls two eyes,
Are the only light.
She soars silently,
Above the thin trees.
She hoots out an answer,
And another agrees.
She twists and turns,
Through a cool sky.
A gives advice,
To those who cry.
'Answers! Answers!
For I need to know! '
Pitiful is their ignorance,
But she continutes to show.
How intelligence seems to save,
Though the burden can be grave.
And her advice she always gave,
To hose who need, and need to be saved.