Tawny Owl

Tawny Owl

A ghostly sight floats with grace,

As he passes the moons shining face.

This plumed spectre, silent and light,

Searches for prey, throughout the night.

He haunts the land with a silent glide,

Around the woods where he resides.

Wings of gossamer, weightless and calm,

He swoops on his prey, without causing alarm”.….

Susan Wood