Out of the great, green, grove of trees, <br />In the darkness of the night; <br />The snowy owl came sllenty by, <br />A graceful poem in flight. <br /> <br />Out of the shadows of the dark, <br />When the day is finished and done; <br />The swift, hurried flight of the owl takes place, <br />Out on its midnight run. <br /> <br />Out of the great, green, grove of trees, <br />As fast as any clock can go, <br />The wings beat hard and fast, <br />And rustles the fallen snow. <br /> <br />The snowy owl, a prince of a bird, <br />It's dominance reigns supreme; <br />Out of the blackness that covers me, <br />Out of my thoughts and dreams. <br /> <br />Out of the great, green, grove of trees, <br />It glides with a mystic wing; <br />Out of the night that swallows it, <br />To see it, would make your heart sing.<br /><br />david lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowy-owl/
