The Barking Owl
By Matilda D
Published 24 September 2023
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?