Spirits of the wood 🦉🦉

In a hollow of an entwined stump
A parliament of bashful barn owls dwell

I have watched them come and go but how many there is well I can not tell

Creeping in this wooded copse
I hide there patiently

Daring not to scare a single bird
I gaze in awe silently

Silhoutted shadows up above
A pair of barn owls glide

Hauntingly eerie 
As I hold my breath, mouth wide

Following each other nose to tail
these adults swoop inflight

Neither seem to see me
As the leader does alight

From the hole within the tree stump
One by one they give me a thrill

Such a mysterious vision of the night amidst a ghostly spooky chill

He is surely the male
Slightly larger than his friend

Both of these beautiful birds
have baby owlets they need to tend

I have heard squeaky screeches
so I know that they are there

Though I cannot see them
no matter how hard I stare

Such an attentive pair of parents
hunting in the dead of night