Night Owl

When a certain bird came and rest in the tree

branch like it is, only the sound’s of an owl will

speak the loudest it shall be in the nightfall has

spoken for and to in life, the owl who sang a

melody song like let it go, let it go in harmony

onto the misty air and wind, the owl’s wing was

gentle like the feather, that owl’s eye can be

wide and large to the world upon thee, his heart

was beating so softly and small, he’s not that

too tall at all, he become a night owl when the

full moon was shining bright

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-6-16