Watcher in the Woods ( a poem of inspiration)
High over the snow covered valley below,
The lone sentinel makes his strong stand,
His vigil, keeping a watchful eye over the scene,
and all across the whitewashed land.
Grand feathered protector, this mighty defender,
As so patiently on his perch he does await,
Guarding his precious sanctuary, all so revered,
And dressed so regally, this he does state.
Snowy owl, how so very royal you do appear,
as you're sitting upon your forested throne,
That fierceness, shown by your glowing eyes,
You, like a stature cut from hardened stone.
As you spread your powerful wings to take flight,
All is well in the darkened curtain of this night,
While wintery snow fell, casting its dreamy spell,
And a silvery moon hangs overhead, so bright.
The snow carpeted valley, rests quietly as spread,
Now a brother moon takes up the watch, instead,
Accompanied by an assembly of many stary friends,
Where there below, only the bravest dare to tread.
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