In the velvet cloak of night they soar,
Silent wings that whisper lore,
Guardians of shadows, unseen yet near,
Their call a herald of wisdom clear.

Moonlight dances in their knowing eyes,
A reflection of ancient skies,
Perched on branches, they silently observe,
Nature’s secrets they preserve.

Through the forest, their presence glides,
In the stillness, their spirit resides,
Mystic creatures of the darkened veil,
Stories untold in their silent trail.

In twilight’s embrace, they find their might,
Owls of the night, with vision so bright,
Eternal watchers in the quiet deep,
Guardians of dreams as the world sleeps.