In the endless dark of night,
I soar the skies in a dreamless flight,
My eyes scan the ground looking for prey,
But as soon as they see me they run away.
A guardian of the night, that's what they say,
For I prefer the night instead of the day.
So where did I come from, there's many stories for sure,
From an omen of death to an idol in folklore.
Regardless of what you think, we're not different you and I,
Except while you walk on the land, I fly in the sky.
My heart-shaped face is an example of the love I can feel,
There are many feelings I have and they're all so real,
you may look at me and just see a large barn owl,
You may think I'm beautiful or rather fowl.
But let me assure you, I mean no harm,
So if you see me, I don't mean you alarm,
I'm not a bad omen, or here to scare,
That inaccurate judgment is your weight to bear.
An owl you call me but even the ancients knew,
How sacred I was, I wasn't a taboo.
So the next time you see me, please give me a smile,
And I'll watch over you for a little while.
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