Swift and wise is the old Barn Owl

Sought after for wisdom and encouragement

Her blessings are treasured

And stored in the heavens

As she seeks the ultimate wisdom

From the oldest owl

Her talons sharpened by hundreds of kills

Her beak a deadly dagger

Her powerful wings crash with might

And a powerful hoot to boot

Magnificent, in her cronish years

Her beauty is a wonder to behold

The power and might which radiates off her confident face

What a blessing it is to behold her in flight

Oh that we should be lucky to catch her in action

During hunt or flight

That we may participate in presence

To her wise and wondrous ways

As she nestles down in her nest

As Dawn draws near

Let us hush and watch in silence

Guarding her in her humble abode