On the edge of the woods is where I stood tonight.
On the quiet still eve of Halloween.
I listened for a noise that I yearn to hear.
The owls I know that hunt from the trees quite near.

I stood real still and kept my eyes quite sharp.
I hoped that by chance I would be blessed to see,
one of my owl friends looking down at me from his perch in a tree.
Each tree stood out clear as a bell.
White clouds formed a perfect backdrop for my dream to come true.
But I felt just as happy to just be able to hear.

Quietly I stood listening, listening real close.
Each call different, but with almost the same notes.
One owl was before me, with one to my right.
Yet another called from deeper within the night.

Their calls have a special meaning for me.
For owls are extra special creatures you see.
The can only be heard on very still nights.
They can never be heard when they are in flight.

An owls feathers are quite different from other birds that you see.
They are so soft, look and feel life velvet you see.
That is how they can fly so very silently.

One ear is always higher then the other to help him to find his prey.
It is almost like radar some people say.
Their prey can be as quiet as possible,
but what an owl cant see he can hear as clear as can be.

Their heads can move quite amazingly.
They can pivot them almost 360 degrees.
Which greatly helps with whichever sense they use.
They can hunt in total darkness as no other bird can.
Sleep in the day is their most likely trend.

So, owls have a special meaning for me.
There calls are like a song written only for me.
So clear and strong that they can be heard from afar,
But so close to me, I'm so happy they are.