Birds in the night,
Their cries of fright,
Make a camper wonder
What on Earth could make them sound
Like clouds of frightening thunder.
He stands up from the forest floor
and strolls out upon the moor
To see what terror lurks so near
That threatens the quiet solitude
And startles the birds and their skittish fear.
A shadow hovers in the night
From the moon’s soft golden light,
A shadow here, a shadow there
That makes the camper frightened
What is it, this foul thing that creeps forth from it’s lair.
It might devour the camper and birds
Or maybe just come to watch the herds
Of many a golden, brown, moor mare.
He should go back to his warm fire,
A be comforted by its bright, orange flare.
The shadow gets larger and comes down near
The camper is overwhelmed with fear,
Into the light the night owl flies
Through the night and cool spring air
To end the sparrows short, sweet, lives.
and as said above, I agree.
