In the stillness of the night so deep,
The hooting of an owl starts to creep,
Its haunting call pierces the air,
A sound so eerie, a feeling so rare.
The moon shines bright, casting its light,
As the owl serenades the quiet night,
The leaves rustle, the wind whispers low,
In the darkness where secrets grow.
The hoots echo through the silent dark,
Like a mysterious and enchanting mark,
Creating an atmosphere so full of mystery,
Delivering an aura of ancient history.
The night critters pause to listen in awe,
To this symphony of nature, they’re in total draw,
A lullaby from the wild, a soulful song,
With the hooting owl, it surely belongs.