The Owl - Poem by Kannan Kannan
A scary sound at night,
Which makes me lose my courage.
Sometimes the sound of wings flapping,
Or sometimes, on top of a tree,
'Two round eyes'
Some kids say that,
That's the sound of vampires,
Crying aloud when they are thirsty.
But I know what it is,
It's the night treveller owl.
The owl is the clever bird
Who is the greatest enemy of rats.
The echo of the birds cry,
Makes him even more scary.
The owl's cry is,
A nightmare to some kids.
The owl cries not to scare us,
But to scare it's enimies.
Owls are not at all scary.
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