Once upon a twilight tingle, under the moonlit stars' twinkle
Such a foul fowl, 'tis only a foul owl
"What brings you here on this most auspacious night of nights?" I asked
The task it brought, I knew not, I merely cowered, as it did growl
I, with my guitar in hand, hastely jumped upon the warm sand, tipping, and tripping upon my towel,
As the Owl, with it's luminous eyes, began to tread the now seemingly still and chilled soil,
The ocean's roar slowly died down
t'was not the only sound that began to silence itself
even the pestilent winds around us fell idle to the ground
My reverberating heartbeat now the only audible sound
Fear finally finding sanctum in thoughts of logic
Think my man, think strategic, for this is what you now can do
Afright, now simple curiousity
No necessity was it, t'was a simple question i began to skew,
"what is your name, you obnoxious creature you?"
The now appearing invisible predator corraled the picture on the back of my guitar and flew, cawwing merely once calmly "Who are you?"