The Owls

The owls are at play 
Tonight as they strike
With cunning precision
And knowledge as they 
Claim their prize and 
Prey always knowing 
With their giant and 
Knowing and ancient
Eyes seeing everything
Both physical and
Mystical as they 
Peer into the night
As they peer into
The day their eyes
Know the truth of it 
All as they soar into
The sky and find 
Refuge during the 
Day only to come
Out at night to play
In their moonlit
Playground as 
They navigate 
The Stars and Moon
As she plays with 
Her children of the night
When the animals and
The owls come out the
Moon is at her happiest
And she smiles at the 
Owls as they owls
Knowingly smile
Back at her as she 
Softly illuminates
All to see for their 
Eyes to perceive to
Their prize and 
Their prey as the 
Owls begin their
Dangerous play
And when they are
Done and the Moon
Has set once again
In her beautiful nest
In the sky the owls
Once again retreat to
Their nests on the Earth
To return to play with
The Moon once again