Owl, owl how you do fly,
Your wings spread over the night sky,
And in the dusk, a hoot you cry,
Your feathers sing to the wind’s sigh,
Prey is found, your eyes do not lie,
You swoop down as a life draws nigh,
Talons out, your prey starts to die,
Life has been reaped, none can deny,
You savage beast, and none too shy,
And yet, even now, you soar high.