Wake Me, the Owl, When the Moon Does Rise

Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise and his golden beams illuminate the skies, when the darkness flees and the time just flies and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes. Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow, I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know. So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing, The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything. Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait, to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate. I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see, a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me. Written on February 6th, 2016 Owls Personification Contest