hoot hoot hoot
under the covers of dusk
owls and the creepy crawlies
emerge from petrified barns and crevices
things of the dark unworthy of the glares of light
so unseen and hidden in nocturnal pampers they gambol
but not in grace or romance more in sleight and hunt to harm or ****

hoot hoot hoot
bug-eyed owls in singsong
what wisdom is seeing yet trilling vainly
as cowards in hidden boughs obtuse to plain sight
the archetypal backstabber who kills in menacing darkness
peacocks owns their magnificent brilliance in dazzling raylights
ugly owls recede in recesses of gloomy dank obscurity hoot hooting
peering into their twilight  waning  totems of  downturns and decline

hoot hoot hoot
the onerous laboured owls
disturbed by insipid life and murky foliages
in sapping hunger plagued by ghosts surreal yet real
eager for preys but lacking the gile courage nuance or bravery
neither as lions tigers or the droves others ready to fend in daylight
bug eyes owls strikes undercover in iniquity hooting the hoots of caitiffs