The Owl

The night was silent and peaceful,
The sounds of crickets and frogs,
In a place where they are no people,
Just trees and grass and frogs.

Flying up onto a dead trees branch,
An owl came out of his hide,
He spent all day in his barn,
And at night time he comes outside.

The owl is the king of the night,
He checks all directions for prey,
When he spots something he will take flight,
Still hungry from sleeping all day.

He scans everything below him,
As firefly's rise up from the grass,
The firefly's won't do for a meal,
He'll wait for something bigger, he'll pass,

He spots in the distance a grey mouse,
The owls eyes razor sharp in the night,
He takes to the sky silent and majestic,
If the mouse sees him he's in for a fright.

Just before the owl gets there, 
His talons open up in flight,
The finally spots the intruder,
No mouse on the menu tonight.