Night Hunters

As the sun draws its curtain
And shades of night come down
Theres a rustle on the ground
It was to be a fatal sound
As the owl found its prey
Another mouse would never see tha day.

As she feeds her hungry brood
There is a twit twoo, as she hears her number two
They know the huntings good
as they feed there hungry brood.

Between the two they hunt till dawn
When the shades of night are gone
And from behind a curtain,
The sun begins to dawn.