On Seeing A Pair Of Powerful Owls

They seldom venture out in light of day
And from the sun they hide themselves away
And I have only seen two I recall
High on a tree in Selby at nightfall.

In the torch beam their large and yellow eyes
Blinked constantly in wondrous surprise
And they seemed far more puzzled than afraid
And on high branch where they had perched they stayed.

With streaks of brown all through their plain gray breast
Perhaps formidable the word to describe them best
And stripes of gray through wings and back of brown
For their rarity alone they've earnt renown.

The brush and ring tail possum cringe in fear
Whenever voice of powerful owl they hear
They seek dense cover and hide themselves away
From Australia's largest nocturnal bird of prey.

Their chilling calls re-echo in the night
As they hunt in darkened wood when all is quiet
And wood bird start from sleep at dreaded sound
The Powerful Owl the killer is around.

Their yellow eyes blinked in beam of torch light
But they stayed put they did not take to flight
They were confused but they seemed unafraid
And on high branch where they had perched they stayed.