The Owl

A display of giant eyes But rarely morning flights tries; Unwanted publicity her grounds, All CCTV out of bounds! With ears for the faintest cough, Their sound-grabbing devices tough, Also for the aerial steps of wizards And the dins of far-off blizzards. Always privy to a discussed murder, Aware of chose who‘d dared to go further; None therefore to presume her an idler Nor for that matter mere Nocturnal flyer; Such to qualify her for claimed damages… She really has been frustrating savages, On roof tops leaking that a family needs To steer clear of what Omen breeds. Nicely keeping us out of harm’s way And specifically from emergency sick bay From Night Prowlers we never thought exist And from diseases we aren’t sure we can resist. The owl knows about a maturing home call, About every ghastly accidental fall; The septic syringes we do not deserve And a misspending of our millions on reserve. The owl with her translatable hoots Ahead goes to unearth their roots.