Soaring high—owls at night;
Without a single sound they glide.

Even in darkness it sees.
Owls truly see everything with their sharp eyes and mind that's keen.

They fly swiftly and smoothly;
In tune with the wind,
As they move fiercely
And catches out their prey unmistakably.

Sometimes I do hope I'd be like an Owl,

Probably great to be like one,

flying high up the sky, free and wise at the same time.