There is an owl hooting in the night,
With it’s yellow beak
And wings to help it fly.
Its eyes are yellow, gleaming in the light of the moon,
You can see Its silhouette in the night sky.
I just stand there and watch him fly,
He is swooping above searching for his prey,
With still eyes,
Turning his head to and fro,
Then the owl spots me,
Off he goes…