Nothing gets passed your amazing sight
You stand on your branch
So proud and erect
A slightest twitch or sound
You will detect
Your eyes shine like gold
Against the darkness of night
Whispering truths are told
Of tales long ago
Wise and curageous
You swoop in the night
To land again on another branch
And hoot into the night
Those awake do her you call
Then drift of to sleep once more
Knowing that
Old Wise Owl came to call.
The sun warm against their backs
Their hearts beat within
So loyal and so caring to each other
One never far from the other
Cooing a song they quietly sing
They wait for me to meet them with a grin
Scattering the seed upon the ground
They swoop down
They are not afraid, they do not wear a frown
Such tender beings these two doves are
Graceful and elegant, they never go far
They grace my garden every day
Come rain or shine I see them both there
Back on their favourite branch
That they love to share.
