A Boobook Owl Calls

On the moonlit gum trees to where i am nearby

The call of a boobook owl re-echoes in the sky

The brown medium sized hawk owl who hides from the lamp of day

Mopoke mopoke is all he has to say

His loud calling wake the small birds in the bushes close by who take to flight 

They fly to distant cover from the hunter of the night

It is born in their genes and etched in their mind

That boobook owl do like to prey on their kind

I have witnessed magpies and crows by day on discovering a boobook roosting on a tree

Harass and drive the brown owl from their territory

The price for a nocturnal bird of prey for to pay

Is to be harassed by others birds in the light of day

In the still of the night under a moonless sky

A boobook owl calls on the tall trees nearby.