This is for the second poem competition. It's about owls, I don't know why. I guess because I had my owl money bank staring at me.
Enjoy :)


1. The Poem

It glides through the night, 
As silent as a house when everyone is asleep, 
It sleeps during the day,
Hunts at night, 
This way it won't get seen, 
This way it can hunt, 
It has sharp claws to kill it's prey.

It's feathers are soft and silky, 
Covered in pretty patterns and colours, 
It's what makes it beautiful. 

There is no other creature as amazing as this, 
No creature as intelligent as the owl. 

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