Little Tawny Owlet ?

Birthed inside a box
away from reality
He is huddled in a heap newborn and feathery
Oh little countryside creature welcome to our world 
May all your nocturnal normalities be unlocked and unfurled

I wish you wondrous fascination
as you grow and fly
I see your strength surging thru a forest in my imagination mind’s eye
Little Tawny Owlet I listen in the darkness of the night as your screeches echo eeriness amidst your hunger plight

But as I stand steadfast scared to even blink I am awe-inspired and in a state of tickled pink
There from the pitch-black ebony hollows Mother Tawny Owl silently swoops and Father Owl soon follows
Clutched in her sharp claws is her catch of the day
Your tiny, tasty vole looking lifeless in dismay

I watch your eagerness, you are like a hungry lion who has ripped apart his ravishment in his homeland of Mayan
Then you devour the lot and you are satisfied and parental duties are done so you cower down and hide
Well lovely feathered friend I could watch you allnight but I have to go to my slumberland, is that alright ?