On An October Night

As the moon is rising in the darkening sky
A boobook owl calls in the woodland nearby
A predator of the night of human kind shy
To small birds and small creatures it has death in it's cry
With cubs to feed in her den not far away
The vixen is barking out hunting for prey
One seldom seen out in the light of day
Where in the safety of her den she is happy to stay
On silent wings in the dim moonlight
The pale looking barn owl the rodent hunter of the night
Blessed of good hunting skills her and her breed
In hollow log  nearby she has young to feed
The nocturnal creatures hunt in the moonlight
In the southern Spring on an October night.