Imagine the tawny owl soaring high
Through the midnight mist
Up into the crisp night sky
Simply content to exist

The owl lands on a perch
The limb of an ancient oak tree
And surveys the land in search
For one human who is free

Sadly all of humanity is stuck
Inside their manmade domes
Gazing at glowing screens, moonstruck
Unaware of what's outside their homes

Hunger, war, pain and misery
A time of progression they say
Constantly moving around busily
Never slowing down to observe the dismay

The wise owl witnesses all
At the stroke of midnight
How this sad race is doomed to fall
Until there is nothing left in sight