The Nighttime Hoot

The birds of the day have gone away.
The nighttime hoots now echo.
The sunny sky is now behind,
but the moon is shining brightly.
Listen to those crickets chirp
in a sweet melodious chorus.
A gentle breeze seeps through the trees
to reveal a haunting creature.
He is strong and sure with his head held high
looking for his prey.
I love to watch those nighttime hoots
when the moon is out to stay.

The leaves rustle beneath the tree
and mice run away to hide,
but the nighttime hoot is on his way
to grab what food he can find.
When the nighttime hoot is satisfied
he stands back on his perch
to silently watch the night go by
and guard the restless creatures.
When the sun comes out he goes to bed
and patiently awaits for dark.
I love to watch those nighttime hoots
when the moon is out to stay.