The Barking Owl

As my satan wings swoop through the lively night sky, 

My eyes yellow as Sydney Golden Wattle.

Up in this tall tree, 

my towering tree, 

I notice and catch everything.

The hum of the bright yellow honey bee,

The soft chirp of the Red-headed woodpecker.

How does everyone know it's me when I call? 

I bark in harmony with all the dogs in the neighbourhood.

They think I'm one of them.

I'm not, 

after all 

I am just an OWL. 

l feel all the power and strength seated up here at the tops of the trees.

I hear the murmur of the leaves as they brush past my huge wings. 

                     How long until our homes are slowly destroyed? 

How long?