Night and day

 Hear the owls of night

They are poets burning bright

Each new sound a hundred more

They do set fire with bells aroar

Their loquacious tongues

do sing the hymn

Before the bat king (hung in the rafters)

To the cat clung tight in doors

stretching its carpet claws

And to each sound my ear is a tuned

As the play of light on your face by the moon

And right be right

wrong be wrong

You too my love

May hear the owl's song

Thought at night is there by right

Thought by day may go and play

Though I love the evening time

And run to it with body and mind

My love is free

As the roots of a tree

For in the day the truth to find

And yet it also must be true

That as night follows day

So I follow you

And being as one who sees

 but does not say

I will keep you a secret

from this to the last day

And comfort is blind

To the trials of love

It is good it might find

In the darkness above

A light of star to guide

While the night we abide

We pray that the day

May be more merciful and kind

So scurry not

To the scarecrows lot

With flightless birds from the sea

Night dreams

 Night Owl outside my window

Some friend or other a 

photographer -yeah he was watching

He said look, A loud hoot,

Then across the road in the trees

A sight I could hardly believe

An Enormous Owl with an orange chest

Swooping down beside the railway tracks

And behind a wall

But this fellow had a belly on him

Like he had eat more than just mice

Then I saw

He was more man than owl

That wasn't nice

He had spent so long awake in the nights

He had turned into one who hunts

What did he eat this Night Owl?

Little kids in their beds

Or stray drunkards walking home?

picking them apart skin and bone

And imagine the size of his enormous pellets

They would drop like bombs

upon Shepton Mallet

The Owlman of Mallet

Night owl

 Night owl hooting in the eves

Stomp, stomp, stomp of the night creature 

whoever he is at this time of night

traipsing along the pavement alone

Looking for what?

Or what's looking for him?

Up and down the streets of gin

Clear night calling, refreshing in its quietude

It's a night owl avenue 

Hear them calling

what do they want?

Wise creatures asleep during the heat of the day

Away from crazy man and madness

All the sadness gone away

Some other night owl

They will find us

Surely walking keeps at bay

This feeling of ever saddening

Hunger for love or cheer or pay

Night walker, stalker, dark talker pray

What have you come to say?