Creatures of the Night

Owlschild

Sleepy sleepy moon,
running across the sky.
I chase and chase like
and owl in flight,
seeing with my keenest eye.
I live in darkness' hour
as most live in the day.
Insomniac in prison?
Or owlschild of the fae?

Silent hunter.
Skimming below the treetops.
Eyes keen to spot a meal,
of rodent fleeing invisible.

~Sylence Campbell~