THE OWL Mysterious messenger of Goddess fair, Slipping on silent wings through air. Hidden by night's dark, velvety cloak, He sleeps through the day in ancient oak. Master of mysteries, seeker of untruth, Feared by many, he is forsooth, A faithful friend, a fierce foe. For owl sees all, wherever you go. Verse copyright gipseegal@yahoo.com Background by  BACK TO MAP BACK TO NATIVE AMERICAN TRIBUTE  BACK