Hoot…Hoot…We Are The Owls

Like I was gazing the cloudless sky,

The haunting beauty was up, lighting up the earth canvassed in the ocean of darkness.

Between the branches of dark fairy trees,

A Barn owl, was silenty hootting at me,

We are the owls , the night’s angels,

To some we are old wise, To some we are the old fool.

To some we are the symbol of wealth, To some we are the symbol of death.

We are the owls, the night seekers,

Gifted with a flexible neck and a short beak,

Pressed with a large yellow eyes and small sensitive ears,

Completing a stealthy flight, with our large wings,

Hunting down the prey with our strong talons,

We are the owls, the night hunters.

Under the clouds of dreams, in the ocean’s depths of sleep,

The Barn owl, hooted by and by,

We are the owls, the night’s angels,

wishing you sweet dreams and good night.