In the stillness of the midnight sky,
Where shadows dance and whispers sigh,
Owls glide with grace, unseen but near,
Guardians of night, instilling both awe and fear.

Their eyes, like orbs of ancient light,
Piercing through the cloak of night,
They see the secrets others miss,
In their wisdom lies a silent bliss.

Wings spread wide, they ride the breeze,
Through tangled woods and towering trees,
A symphony of rustling leaves,
As nature breathes and gently weaves.

In the hush of night, their call resounds,
A haunting melody that knows no bounds,
Owls, the keepers of the moonlit veil,
In their flight, endless tales prevail.