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?"