Through the darkened skies of night,
flies the winged owl, keen and bright.
Sitting in the moonlit branches,
that are the owl’s banquet hall,
or on the roofs of silent ranches,
overseeing the deeds of all.

Hoo! His call, sorrowful and repetitive,
acts like a heavy sedative.
A special bird is the owl,
not just a simple little fowl.
The owl is a wise creature,
wisdom, an excellent feature.