A Spectral Owl

Cloaked in a fitting grey suit and bow tie, She floats like paper kites across meadows. From a hollow in a tree, her eyes pry~ Her loud hoot startles nearby sleeping crows. The spectral owl, with her faint, surprised look, Watches as the crows flee into the dark. Then silence reigns, curbed only by a brook, And chirps of birds in the dark forest park. Within calm meadows nestled in the hills, The great grey owl sights frogs, snakes, and mudfish. She floats on broad wings, drawn by hunger’s thrills~ A feast just enough to grant her one wish. As dusk gives way to the coming sunlight, To a hidden branch, she flew for a nap~ To await the call of another night, And avoid the birder’s photograph trap.