• An owl sits up high in a tree
    It looks over the forest
    It sees something move in the bushes down below
    Slowly, it swoops down
    Its white body lighting up the sky
    It misses its prey and flies back up
    High in the sky, you see it glow bright
    Such a magnificent creature
    In a few hours, it will be day and the owl will be gone
    But make sure to look every night
    For you will see the bright bird in the sky