In the silence of the night, the owls whisper,
Echoes of ancient tales in the moon’s silver glow.
Their eyes, like amber orbs, see through the veil,
Into realms where shadows silently flow.

Perched high on branches, guardians of dusk,
Their wings spread wide, a silent, ghostly flight.
They navigate the darkness with grace and trust,
Masters of the mysteries hidden from sight.

Beneath the stars, their calls weave a symphony,
A haunting melody that stirs the soul.
These nocturnal sages, with wisdom so free,
Hold secrets of the forest, ancient and whole.

Oh, to understand the language they speak,
To unlock the riddles of the night so deep.
In the silence of the night, the owls whisper,
And in their whispers, the world falls asleep.