The Night Watcher
Contributed by Claire Conway
Dark is The Night
On Which I Take Flight
Cold are The Trees
Where I Sleep
Sharp Blows of Wind
Right Into my Face
Gone are The Leaves
And The Snow Takes Their Place
The Other Birds Roost
On The Branch of a Spruce
To Await the Lawn
Which Starts Their Day
But The Night is my Day
And with Dusk I Awake
For I am the Owl
And now Flight I Take
And when Dawn Comes Again
To this Dark Land of Snow
And The Black Turns to Grey
Away I will go
I Fly to my Tree
And There I will Stay
Until Another Night Comes