Please don’t ruffle my feathers
It is very rude when you stare
I have the most sensitive hearing
And I know you are lurking there
I mainly venture out at night
For I really am quite shy
Many people don’t even see me
For I don’t make a noise when I fly
My head can turn 270 degrees
So my eyesight is extremely good
Under cover of dark I lurk in the shadows
So you may not see me in the wood
I have two enormous eyes to see my prey
My face is shaped like a heart
I have a beak instead of a nose
I swoop on a mouse like a dart
I am a master of clever disguise
My feathers can camouflage me
You may not even be aware I’m there
I can blend in with the bark of a tree
My family of owlets stay with me
We stay near our roost in the spring
Our chatter is special, we hoot twit twooo
But you won’t ever hear us sing!
02~05~16
First three stanzas of the poem to be published in January 2017 by Cambridge University Press
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