In the hush of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance in moonlit grace,
The owls awaken, wise and old,
Their stories in silence unfold.

Perched upon the ancient trees,
They watch the world with quiet ease,
Their eyes, two lanterns in the dark,
Take flight, they leave no mark.

Through forests dense and valleys wide,
They glide on wings of mystic pride,
Whispering secrets to the stars,
Unseen, they bear no scars.

In the night, their wisdom grows,
In silence, their presence shows,
The owls, guardians of the night,
Guide us through the moon’s soft light.