The owl

Beneath the cloak of midnight's grace, I spread my wings, begin the chase. Through the whispering trees, I navigate, A seeker in the dark, my hunger won't abate. The moonlit path guides my flight, Casting a gentle glow on the canvas of night. Silent shadows, my companions in the quest, As I explore the secrets that the darkness invests. Rustling leaves tell tales of unseen prey, Nature's whispers guiding my way. In the depth of night, I trust my sight, A hunter's prowess in the soft moonlight. Between branches, where shadows play, I'm a creature of instinct, a nocturnal ballet. Through the velvety air, I weave and wend, On a journey where the night and I blend. The night breeze whispers tales untold, Of moonlit secrets, mysteries unfold. With every beat of my wings, a promise to keep, In the heart of darkness, where dreams and shadows leap.