Owl

Look left,look right, sitting in the cold of the night.associated with death, is an old wives tale, just experiencing life, silent at times, only at times, my next meal is playing over in my mind.im alone till I find my perfect mate,together we will fly to find food for our great.im rarley seen, that's just my nature, an incredible bird put forth into nature.i will soar the skies with unlimited freedom.may human compassion take care of my future.my eyes and thoughts are all my own,away from my nest,but not on my own.