Eyes that watches—even at night it sees;
Its sight’s always right.
Gleaming through the night,
Bright as a shining light.

Wings that glides as it flies and not even a single swish can be heard as it does.
It hears even the slightest of sound,
A screech or a scratch— none escapes its hearing ears,
Its senses, alert as always.

Discernment is its friend and folly is its prey.
An owl is what I admire;
Its great qualities none can deny!

Such a misunderstood bird—being judged for what it looked like!
People often say it's jinxed or brings bad luck as if cursed—But all I see is a talented bird with a brain that's smart and a mind that's wise!