Night Owl
The night is dark and mysterious
A time of reflection..
As I ponder in silence..
The night..
Quiet and still..
The sound of crickets singing happily..
A tune..
A beat of its own drum..
A night owl sitting comfortably by a tree..
Hoot hooting away..
Singing along..
Combining its melody to the crickets..
The night owl knows when to chime in the hoots..
Correspondence to the crickets..
The crickets and the night owl..
singing partners..
Listening to their song..
Which is quite long..
I glance outside my window..
The moon beaming as it shimmers upon the sky..
Winds are calm and serene
On a clear and dark night..
I watch the night owl constantly hooting away..
His eyes are so massive..
An amber golden shade..
So bright and vivid..
A deep and penetrating stare..
May it be he is looking deeply into my soul?
So profound
I often wonder what the night owl feels..
With just a penetrating stare..
The night owl has me in his trance..
While he is comfortably sitting by the tree..
The night owl with its golden amber eyes..
Hooting joyfully and happily..
A blissful nocturnal animal
Only..
Comes alive at night..
Copyright © Robertina B. | Year Posted 2018
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