Barn Owl

 

Sleeping in the day,

Awakens for the night.

Getting ready for the hunt,

He finally takes flight.

 

Your face is full of love,

Your eyes, an amber glow.

Your feathers bring you flight,

With the wind's softest blow.

 

After a long wait,

You see something good.

A little mouse,

Scuttling in the mud.

 

Extending those deadly claws,

Silently in the night.

Reaching out and grabbing it,

He didn't put up a fight.

 

After a little feast,

You go off to rest.

Waiting for tomorrow when,

It will all start again.

 

Caoimhe Ní Ailleagáin, Scoil Raifteirí