Have you ever wondered, what it's like,
Having so much freedom in the empty air?
To be an owl and fly through the sky?
To have an experience like no other?
Well, here's a poem of all about that,
And what it's like to be an owl.

Flying on a dark, but beautiful night.
Oh, it is the most wonderful sight!
The stars dot the black sky, shining bright,
And the Moon is showing its white glare.

The cold, crisp night air blows in the sky.
Around me goes, ruffling my feathers.
It feels so good, with this perfect weather!
These moments of joy are what I like!

How I love to flap my wings to fly and soar,
And get high up to see the big, big world!
I can see everything, from woods to moors.
I will always to love the freedom up here!

During the night,the clouds still roam.
Up above in the world's round dome.
I like it best when they are gone,
So I can see the stars and Moon!

But that is just the world up high.
There is still much more the on ground.
It is as pretty as the wonderful sky.
And I see its beauty is all around.

The lake below me is sky sized large.
The sound of its smooth waves soothe me.
It reflects the bright moonlight in the dark.
How pretty it is, shining bright tonight!

I hear many sounds in the forest beneath.
Leaves flutter, the wind blows, prey scuttles.
Once combined, they are soft music to me
Oh, how calm and peaceful it has been!

There is much more to it though.
It is where I live, hunt, and fly you know.
Home sweet home, I love the forest!
Out all the world, that place is the best!

On a rocky slope below, many wolves gather,
And all sing their beautifully tuned howls.
All under this full moon, I love their
sound.
How they do their magic, I want to know!

In the distance, there are tall mountains.
From this distance they are huge and blue.
I've always wondered what they're like.
And what is the cause of their strange hue.

All together, it's a wonderful world.
In joy, through the air, I twirl and whirl!
The sky and land are both beautiful,
In their own unique way of course.

Owls are unique as them both.
We all are strong, swift, wise, and quiet.
We are night birds of prey, dangerous.
This is who we are, and we're good at it.

One thing we're the best at is wisdom.
Owls contain the best advice.
We always share it, we are kind.
We only don't if you aren't nice.

I am very wise myself, it's true.
I know all that owls can know.
I am one of the most wisest of all
And for it my senses I owe.

I can twist my head to see more,
Hear a lot with my big, sensitive ears,
See much more with my big, wide eyes.
I learn much from with my senses at side.

Now the reign of owls is ending.
As comes up the golden light of the Sun.
Oh, how I enjoyed this beautiful night.
See you later, sky, stars, and Moon.

Oh, what's it like to be a owl!
We are the best animal of all!
Who wouldn't love this lovely world?
The sky's freedom and the land's life,
And their calmness and peace.
Good day stars, see at you at night...