The wise old owl sits in the tree top <br />Hidden out of sight, <br />Watching, and listening to every sound <br />In the dead of night. <br /> <br />With big wide eyes he watches <br />For some unsuspecting prey, <br />And hooting in the darkness <br />Until the break of day. <br /> <br />He watches over the creatures of the night <br />With big wide eyes that stare, <br />And if it wasn't for his hooting <br />You would never know he was there.<br /><br />GORDON BUTCHERS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wise-old-owl/
