A Barn Owl

A Barn Owl lives close to my home

I see him flying frequently on his nightly roam

Out to catch his dinner of that I have no doubt

It’s his twice nightly vigil after lights out

His gaze is fixed steely as he’s flying around

On some sort of prey running around on the ground

Sometimes he is lucky sometimes he misses out

So he continues his search around and about

His little round face is such a joy to see

And each night he calls out come and see me

It’s as though he knows that I am looking out my window

So he flies around noisily puts on quite a show

Such a graceful little chap his eyes shine in the dark

His little round white face barely carries a mark

His wings flash so elegantly when he is flying around

And he is very careful rarely lands on the ground

Always alert to the dangers he may face

As he majestically flies all around my place

I built his a nesting box high up for him as a home

In an old Oak Tree that stands near to my solitary home

It makes me feel happy to know he has a friend

Who watches out for him and will till his end

As he flies off into the night on his search for a meal

My feeling of emotion are hard to conceal

I always worry that he may not return

But I know he is resilient he’s had to learn

What the dangers are when he is flying high on the wing

Out trying find a meal a Vole or Mouse or anything

His beady eyes shining out in the dark

As he flies around in the nearby park

His wingspan looks fantastic thirty seven inches from tip to tip

And his fierce claws built with a tight grip

Once he catches his prey they cannot escape his clutches

He generally catches most that he touches

By morning he has disappeared flown of for a rest

Back to his box I built for him settle and rest

I nice to have a friend like my little Barn Owl

I look forward to catching sight of him on his late nightly prowl.