Stygian Owl Poem by Ima Ryma

I flashed my flashlight on a tree
While taking a walk late one night.
A pair of red eyes glared at me.
Indeed it was a fearsome sight,
Like the devil decided to
Be found by me for my turn's death,
A hell bound trip for me to do.
The thought did take away my breath.
And with those eyes there came a howl
In high screeching and piercing sound.
All were from a Stygian owl,
A quite elusive bird I'd found.

When noting I'd chosen to stay,
This 'ghost owl' chose to fly away.