Watching Beautiful Christmas Owl

Christmas owl’s feathers were a brilliant white They glowed like stars in the ebonies of light We saw her fly in, and we marveled at her beauty She swooped down low, beyond any bird’s duty. We raced to the window to see what was going on. She was nearing the meadow, flying well past the pond. Our eyes were dazzled by her gorgeousness, so rare. She is as white and lovely as any clean polar bear!