The Mighty Powerful Owl

The Powerful Owl glides through the sky,

Effortlessly.

It swoops down to grab its prey,

Soundless.

What is it? A possum? A mouse?

No,

It is a glider.

It flies back to its tree hollow at the foot of the escarpment,

Returning to find hungry chicks,

The chicks gobble it down,

Loudly.

Now it is morning,

Time for sleep.

I hope that tree does not get cut down and the Powerful Owl lives a long, happy life.