With a silence that cuts through night.
A vision spreading from left to right.
I can glide no matter the height.
Darker the night, for us, it still be bright.
People see us as being of dark.
In the black we are that flickering spark.
Protecting your crops by hitting the mark.
Made to see light, living in the bark.
Many rumours made us foul.
You can pet us, but we'll still not eat from the bowl.
You see I am not your ordinary fowl.
A silent killer with a heart of gaurdian,
My friends, my name is Owl