The owl in the night

In forests deep, where shadows play, And moonbeams dance in a mystic way,

An owl, so grand, with eyes so bright, Took silent flight in the fading light.

He flew so high, a feathery friend, His journey begins, where will it end?

With silent wings, he starts to soar, A hunter's grace, forevermore.

Through ancient trees, he starts to roam, The forest floor, his hunting home.

A rustle soft, a tiny squeak, A little mouse, about to speak!

But before the mouse could utter a sound, The owl swooped low, all around.

Up, up, he's gone, into the sky, His trophy with him, he waves goodbye.

Back to his perch, where his family lies, Beneath the stars, in the moonlit skies.

The owl sits still, no longer hunts, He starts to watch, the moon in fronts.