The night black as pitch
My headlights barely cutting the veil
An owl, mighty wings outstretched
comes into view and rests
Rests in the mid of my path
Pressing the brakes as hard as I can
stopping just feet where it had land
It opened its beak
but instead of a shriek
my name was called
Shivers raced down my spine
Me eyes wide, terror filling my inside
Is it true, did I hear what I thought
Again it opened its beak and out comes my name
a shriek it did not
I do not know now how long I have
but the owl has just called my name
I now await for death to make its claim