The wind whispered natures breath calm, soothing The still trees silently grasping mother earth Caressing the breeze with their soft beckoning leaves Old moon looks on beaming his face with the usual mirth Nightfall fills with darkness that sleeping never sees Wake up calls triggers the wise old owl the master of the night His see thru eyes scanning the well worn food trails Free fall wings no beat talons gasp prey no time for fright Since time began the sk**ed k**ing machine never fails Athena the Goddess of wisdom chose the owl to rest on her arm She knew this creature was blessed with extreme night sight A fitting emblem for wisdom the owl cool collective and calm Indeed again truly the hunting master of the night Gods wisdom bestowed for nature to survive Talons for a forest shopping basket To live life's purpose and truly stay alive