The Owl
Said to be the wisest,
Of all the birds around,
Because he is nocturnal,
And sits without a sound;
Enormous eyes see everything,
That goes on 'round about him.
When he takes flight his giant wings,
Expand to swiftly glide him,
So when he swoops upon his prey,
They scarce have time to see,
Silent death come swooping down,
And Owl claims his fee,
For being nightly sentinel,
And give his eerie cry,
Whenever those who stranger seem,
Happen to pass by.
He makes his home in wooded glade,
Or barn or in the fields.
He's comfy where his prey is close,
And where Nature still yields,
The kind of food and shelter,
Needed for his kind.
As Mankind's need for land still grows,
That becomes hard to find.
Some think that he has powers;
A magic bird is he,
Familiar with the spirits,
And occult things that be;
But Owlis a simple bird,
He is no more, no less;
And if he knows much more than we,
Is anybody's guess.
Judy Ball
A beautiful bird of prey the Owl comes in many sizes and shapes from the Great Horned Owl to the cute little Barn Owl.
They're great for keeping vermin out of the grain for farmers and out of the house for city dwellers.
They're very intelligent and even make good pets but they are an endangered species like most wild animals because of our growing need to take more and more from the land.
Pretty soon the world won't be able to support us anymore.
THEN WHAT WILL WE DO???
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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