Darkness Owls

When the light of day has passed away,
And the warm sunshine has crept down from the sky,
Hidden behind the hills of blue and green.
The thrushes and the swallows,
Vanish into leafy branches,
Of trees that sway in time.

After twilight.

When the bats have taken flight,
With their high and yet soundless calls,
Revealing in the darkest night.
And moths that whisper in the leaves,
Soon swept up by a passing shadow,
Yet never would they know.

When dark can penetrate no further.

When the world is but asleep,
The owls will take their leave,
From their hidden keep.
Their cries ring out across the sky,
The songs like an eerie sigh,
A melody of the night.