Wise Brown Owl

the owl is a fowl ;
of enchanting wisdom.
wise to wait for the nights dark cloak

she is like no other born from the yoak

she dreams of the day ,
 as her food feeds away
no dawn will crack her song for a day
within the aged coppice 
she sits, and she sits,
  silent no sound
crafted instruments,
listen upon the ground

 until she choose
 unveils her presence 
in the enchantment of a dark wood
Echo's twit, twoos

the wise brown owl  is wise to listen 
its wisdom comes from not to be like its kind,
for the kin she belongs,
 come dawn do sing 
but she is unique to all 
that live up on the wing

she trusts the light of the day, 
has grown her night drawn prey
and her wisdom tells her to sit 
patient through the light of day

clumbsy  paws ,
ripple the air with sound 
scuttling unaware 
upon the nightly ground ,  

as quite as a mouse ,
 not good enough in her game of seek
her talons so sharp,
ready  for a kill as elegant as a harp,
 she jumps  from her hide, 
into silent glide,
a deathly silence , 
toward her moonlit hide

the mouse no long, 
she swallows in one
no trace left,
 the mouse is gone

come the dawn when others sing
she in haste does take to the wing
she flys away
back to hiding ,
 from the day.
This is part of her majestic way.

for alone she is, 
yet can name every star.
no other birds wisdom can stretch this far.

O' wise brown owl
 this  I say,

a star is for night, 

you have no place in day.