The birds twittering in the trees suddenly stopped;
the brilliant eyes of the town suddenly dimmed;
all at once the trees heaved their last deep sighs;
the grasses shook their heads –
Out into the night shone two alert eyes,
Nothing stirred over the vast hillside.
He turned to the west –
all was quiet.
The silent stranger saw with pleasure
the last light suddenly flicker out.
Now was the time for him to start
out on his nocturnal quest –
Away he went over the meadows,
to the barn where even the rats slept.
This was his destination –
Minutes later the stranger reappeared,
sailed gracefully back to the tree.
As another star began to shine –
the owl had flown.
Written in my book of poems I wrote when I was 16