The large bright moon, shown in the night:
As the Owl took flight.
As it glided in the air;
It awoke the rodents in a scare.
As it hunted in the air:
The small animals were unaware.
At anytime he could make the attack;
Pick up the rodent by it’s back.
The Owl screeches as it flies away;
It carries off it’s unlucky prey.
It is now content,
It’s preys body is rent.
wil becker
1992
