The Barn Owl

The Barn Owl

When dusk fades,
As night wakes,
After the world drifts into sleep,
As nocturnal sense become keen,
The barn own floats, fetterless, from his nest.

When he’s had his meal,
As darkness creeps away,
Before light grows again,
As the world awakens,
He slips silently, sleepily back to bed.

- 9th Grade James


My first poem and mom asked if I really wrote it, doubting fetterless was in my vocabulary - credit to S&H.

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  1. james...lovely poetry. I was looking for this on the utube.  one thing --spell barn owl not own.

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