Perched upon the
Pinnacle
Of the tree,
Silhouetted
Against the
Dark
Black
Sky,
Gazing
Through the night
With eyes
That never turn.
Swiveling
Its head
Round
And
Round.
It has an
Air
About it,
One of
Wisdom
And knowledge.
It regards
Those about it with a
Authority,
Knowing
That it is
Surely
The king of the night.
Then, unfurling
Its great,
Magnificent
Wings,
It fills them with air,
And glides
Effortlessly
Into the darkness.
Written by Megan
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