The bewitching barn owl 🦉

She perches procariously upon the slippery edge as icicles hang down from from the wooden post ledge..but her accuracy of senses scrutinises the snow, and as she flies through the fences she listens below.. 

So this clandestine creature haunts prey through the night and hides amidst hollows until the darkness of light..And just as the moonbeams shine down from the sky this old barn owl preens her feathers to take off and fly..She rises so majestically like a queen from her throne, gracefully gliding through into the mysterious unknown..Surely there is none quite as beautiful as this countryside bird, with an eerieness of supernatural as her shrieks can be heard..

Oh how I love my fantastic feathered friend, her presence is my pleasurable heavenly godsend..As she swoops down midst the meadows in the hazy moonlight and   grabs her prey with precision soaring away in a secrecy flight..Her talons are so sharp as she pounces and tethers, yet witn a concealmeant of covertness, and a silence of fine feathers..Oh bewitching barn owl how I wish I was you, coz your vision is awesome when you come in my view...