Hoot hoot! The night owl cries,

As she shudders off the sleep of day.

She thinks its time for a little flight,

So her wings are spread; the night owl's way.

 

She swoops over places not safe,

Places that during the day would devour

The poor creature with the wind stroking her face.

She descends to something nearer ground. The night owl's power.

 

A mouse of the city! No meager find!

This one is strong, working away in skyscrapers.

The night owl enjoys this little snack, a thought in mind

"What house did this little mouse make?" The night owl's keeper.

 

Ignoring the idea, she heads back home,

A meager aerie, but no doubt of much comfort,

Building her nest further with a fine-tooth comb.

The details come slowly together. The night owl's supper.

 

In what seemed like no time, it became day.

So, the night owl settled for another diurnal slumber.

She stepped away from her computer, looked at the bay,

The "real" world had no idea what occured. The night owl's wonder.