In the whispering shadows of midnight’s gaze,
Owls weave tales in the moon’s soft rays.
Their wings spread wide in silent flight,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of night.

Beneath the velvet sky, their wisdom flows,
Through ancient forests where mystery grows.
Eyes like lanterns, glowing and bright,
They dance with the stars in endless delight.

Echoes of hoots in the stillness linger,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle finger.
In the heart of darkness, they find their way,
Through the shadows, they softly sway.

Ode to the owls, in the night they sing,
Wisdom on feathered, whispering wing.
In their silent flight, we find our dreams,
Floating on moonlight, like silver streams.